Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Whiskey Lullaby ❯ One-Shot

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Whiskey Lullaby.

She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette

She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget

We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time

But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind

Until the night

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"Don't leave me please." He begged her to stay, he didn't know why she was
leaving, after all they been through together, the pain of losing their child
was unbearable for her and him as well, but nonetheless she had walked out at
him. Or rather through him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette.

"Get out of here." She gritted her teeth.

"Pan, we can work this out, I know we can." His face was red, and wet from the
tears he was crying. "I love you."

"I'm sorry, Trunks, It is too late."

"It's never to late.” Pan went up to him and gave him one last kiss.

"Goodbye, Trunks.” She said as he picked up his bags and walked out the door, he
turned around, hoping she would change her mind. She however kept calm. With
sadness in his eyes, he has opened the door and left.

He stood outside the house he had shared with her, the house they would have a
family in. The house they would grow old together, he sighed as he lowered his
head. "I loved you Pan, goodbye." He walked away; his pride let him walk away.

/Two years later/

Trunks grabbed another bottle of whiskey as he just downed three others; his
mother looked at him concerned.

"It's been two years since, Pan threw him out, Vegeta." She whispered to her
mate, and Trunks' father.

"Just let him be woman, he’s old enough to know the consequences of his
actions.” Vegeta said as he went to his usual training.

Bulma looked at him in disbelief; "You're just going to let him drink himself in
to a frenzy."

Vegeta did not reply and just went to his usual business.

Trunks poured another shot of whiskey and downed it, he could not get drunk
enough, he drank and drank, but the memory of Pan still stuck in his mind. For
years he drank, but now the alcohol was losing effect, it wasn't doing the job,
he could still smell her, taste her, he still loved her.

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1st Chorus

He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger

And finally drank away her memory

Life is short but this time it was bigger

Than the strength he had to get up off his knees

We found him with his face down in the pillow

With a note that said I'll love her till I die

And when we buried him beneath the willow

The angels sang a whiskey lullaby

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He loved her with every fiber in his being, although she had threw him out those
two years ago, he loved her like no one else. He still loved her, he wished he
did not and the memory of her was unbearable, unbearable enough that he had
taken a shotgun, from his drawer. He quickly wrote a note, telling everyone he
had loved her until the day he died.

Trunks pulled the trigger, as if time slowed down he crashed slowly to the
pillow as blood spilled over the white satin sheets, he fell face down in to his
pillow, as he held on to the note he had written.

Goten his bestfriend, who had come to visit him had found him. "Oh, My god." He
shouted in horror. He ran downstairs to inform the others of the scene he had
come upon.

"He's...He's.” Goten could not speak, the horrific sight he had seen was too
much.

"Goten, what is it."

"Trunks.He."

"He.what dear."

"He killed himself." Goten collapsed on a chair, he was in shock. He handed the
note to Bulma. "I found this on him."

Bulma read it, it read. "I'll love her till I die."

Bulma was shocked. "No, it can't be, no." She was beside herself, she did not
want to believe her oldest child, her little boy, her baby, her Trunks was gone,
dead forever.

/days later/

Bulma had decided to have him buried under an old willow tree that was on the
capsule property. She had headstone, made up, that read: TRUNKS BRIEFS: BORN,
JANUARY 23 766, DIED, MAY 12, 798, LOVING SON, BROTHER, HUSBAND, FATHER AND
FRIEND, HE WILL BE DEEPLY MISSED.

The funeral had begun, as Bulma watched her only son be buried beneath the
willow tree, into the ground.

Pan stood there emotionless; she could feel the looks she was getting from other
people. She knew what they were saying. "She had no right to come, this is all
her fault."

"She has no right to be here, she was the one that led him to suicide."

"She should be the one buried here.” They all were true, she did blame herself.
She just stood staring straight ahead, not daring to give anyone the
satisfaction to see her cry; she reserved that for later she would cry for him
and him alone.

After everyone else had left, she was the only one still standing there. She
slowly walked to the headstone.

"Trunks.” She traced the carved lettering in the stone, as tears flowed from her
eyes, making tiny puddles on the ground around her. "I loved you, I loved you
more than anything.” She sobbed until all the tears were gone.

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(Sing lullaby)

The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself

For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath

She finally drank her pain away a little at a time

But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind

Until the night

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Three years had passed since the passing of Trunks; Pan had vanished without a
trace.

"I hear she remarried, and is expecting her fourth child.” Chi Chi, he
grandmother replied.

“That is not what I heard, I hear she is screwing a different person each day."
Bra commented.

The rumors flew, like flies to flypaper; they had away of sticking in the air.
However no one knew how much, Pan blamed her, they had no idea, what she did
each day, until the day she had returned.

Bulma, Chichi, and the rest of the Z fighters and their families were visiting,
when they had heard a knock on the door. Bulma had opened the door, to reveal a
depressed Pan.

"Pan?"

"Hello, Bulma." She said as she tried to hide the slurring she knew she had.

"Pan, dear, oh my, come in." Bulma had let her in to the house. They walked to
the kitchen, where everyone was.

"Panny?” Gohan, her father said shocked.

"Hello, daddy." Pan said feeling guilty for leaving without a word. "I'm sorry."


Gohan went over and hugged his daughter, "I'm not mad, I was just worried.” He
said she pulled away. Pan went over to her mother.

"Hi Mom.” She said.

Videl pulled her into a hug and cried tears of joy, "I thought you were hurt, or
even worse."

"I'm fine mom, although I am a really tired, do you mind if I take a nap, before
dinner."

"No of course, Bra please take her upstairs." Bulma said.

"Yes mother." Bra said as Pan followed the blue haired woman upstairs.

Videl watched the two girls disappear, "Gohan?"

"I smelt it."

"Smelled what?" Chi Chi questioned.

"Pan's breath reeked of alcohol." Gohan exclaimed.

Everyone looked up the stairs at the door of the room Pan was staying in. "She's
drinking?" Chi Chi did not want to believe that her granddaughter could drink.

/Pan's room/

"It's really good to have you back, Panny." Bra said as she hugged her childhood
friend, and ex sister in law.

"It's wonderful to be back, Bra."

"So what are you going to do now."

"Right now, I just want to sleep, so if you wouldn't mind.” Pan asked.

"No, of course not.” Bra said as she left the depressed woman alone.

Bra stood outside the door. 'That's peculiar, Pan’s breath reeked of whiskey and
cinnamon, she must be chewing cinnamon gum to try to hide the scent of the
alcohol.' She thought, she did not want to believe her bestfriend would drink,
or worse be an alcoholic

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. 2nd Chorus

She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger

And finally drank away his memory

Life is short but this time it was bigger

Than the strength she had to get up off her knees

We found her with her face down in the pillow

Clinging to his picture for dear life

We laid her next to him beneath the willow

While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby

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/Inside the room/

Pan locked the door, as she opened her suitcases, she pulled out a bottle of
Jack Daniel’s, and a shot glass. She drank and drank, until the bottle was gone.
She got up to see if she had packed an extra bottle, but she had drank it all,
she started panicking, she needed the booze, she needed the alcohol, she needed
it to make her forget, forget about all the pain she had caused her family, but
most importantly she needed it to forget her memory of the one man she had
loved, the man she had kicked out of her life, years ago.

"Trunks?" She cried as she pulled out a picture of him. "Why did you leave me, I
loved you, I am so sorry.” She apologized to the picture of him.

Pan pulled out a shotgun. "I'm coming my love.” She said as she put the barrel
of the gun, to her temple and pulled the trigger. She held on to his picture,
she clanged on it for dear life. She collapsed to the bed, as her blood spilled
over the sheets staining them, a blood red colored, she layed face down in her
pillow, as she clung to his picture.

/Downstairs/

"Bra, can you tell Pan, dinner is ready?" Bulma asked.

"Yeah sure, mom.” Bra went upstairs; she knocked on the door.

"Pan?” She got no answer.

"Panny?” Still no answer.

Bra could feel something was wrong, she opened the door and saw Pan, lying dead
in a pool of bed. "NO." She screamed in horror, "Oh, my god, no,” She fell to
her knees crying.

Everyone heard the scream and ran upstairs only to find the horrific scene,
which Bra had stumbled on. Pan's parents just stood there, shocked. Gohan stood
staring at the scene, as Videl buried her face into her husband’s chest. "No,
not Pan, not my baby." She sobbed.

/A few days later/

Everyone had agreed to bury her next to Trunks, beneath the willow tree. Bulma
had a headstone, made up for her. It red PAN SON: BORN, AUGUST 2, 779 DIED,
APRIL 12, 801: A LOVING DAUGHTER, GRANDDAUGHTER, NIECE, WIFE, MOTHER AND FRIEND,
SHE WILL BE DEEPLY MISSED.

.

(Sing lullaby)

Pan and Trunks had finally found piece with each other, and spent eternity
together. They were missed deeply by their friends and family, but the memory of
Pan and Trunks would always be remembered as the angels sang the whiskey lullaby