" Once So Blue"

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball GT.

Rating: R

Warnings: sap,angst

Summary: The night before Pan leaves for college in the states, she admits her feelings to Trunks, causing the two to spend a night of passion together. The next day, Pan leaves for college, leaving Trunks a note. Five years later she returns.

A\N: Sorry for the belated update but I have been busy with school and my job, but I haven’t forgotten. Enjoy this chapter.

"Once So Blue"

Chapter 5

Trunks sat at his desk scowling. His sister and Marron would be home today and possibly . . . Pan would be with them as well, he looked through his desk and pulled out the letter she had written him five years ago. His eyes had scanned the letter so much he memorized every word.

“Pan,” he whispered and for a second his eyes looked sad but full of love, then the blue orbs hardened.

‘I can’t think about her, I have Capsule Corp. to run,’ Trunks thought bitterly, ‘Pan has a new life now, probably has some new man with her.’

Somewhere in his heart Trunks felt a slight pain at the thought of Pan being with someone else, but over the five years she had been gone Trunks had convinced himself he had no feelings for the Son woman. He was determined to avoid her at all costs. As he folded the letter and placed it back in his desk, he a felt Gohan’s chi coming near him at an incredible rate.

As it neared closer and closer, Trunks could sense rage and anger in the chi, something was up. Gohan burst through the window, causing glass and papers to scatter everywhere.

“You slept with my daughter!!” Gohan screamed in rage and kicked a surprised Trunks across the room. He hit the wall with a solid thud and slid to the ground in a pained heap.

“You impregnated Pan and left her alone, you sniveling bastard!”

Trunks finally shook all the cobwebs out and registered what Gohan was saying. ‘Pregnant?’

Gohan walked across the room and picked Trunks up by his throat. “HOW COULD YOU?!?” Gohan’s voice so thick with anger it almost sprayed on Trunks’ face like his saliva.

Trunks took a bewildered look on his bloodied face, “She’s pregnant? Gohan, I haven’t seen Pan in five years! How could I impregnate her- ack!” he struggled to breath as Gohan tightened his grip on the younger hybrid’s throat.

“No she’s not pregnant, the child is five years old and looks like you.” Gohan said the last word in a disgusted tone, like a foul tasting food he wanted to spit out.

‘Five years old? No I couldn’t b-‘ Trunks gasped harder as Gohan’s grip tightened even more, the lack of oxygen was causing the corners of Trunks’ vision to darken.

“I see that look of shock on your face,” Gohan hissed, “That look of fear.”

Trunks truly was afraid, he had never seen Gohan so livid. He had heard stories, but he never realized Gohan could be this . . . intense.

Just as he was about to pass out, Gohan threw Trunks to the ground. Trunks took much needed breaths of air, coughing and gasping on the floor.

“You’re pathetic,” Gohan said and kicked Trunks hard in the head.

Pain slammed into his mind like a freight train, a gaping pain that took over his entire body, tears came to his eyes and he couldn’t help but scream in agony. He couldn’t think he couldn’t breath. Just feel and Kami he wished he couldn’t.

The Capsule Corp. building was in her sites. Pan could feel the chi of her father and Trunks and from what she could tell, Trunks’ was fading and fast.

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Trunks didn’t know how much longer he would last. Gohan was beating him down horribly; even if he would have trained Trunks didn’t think he could have stood a chance against Gohan. Gohan kicked Trunks hard in the ribs, and he knew right off some of them were broken; he coughed up bright red blood and rolled over on his back, gasping for air.
Trunks stared up at the dominating and dangerous form of Gohan. It was the most frightening thing he had ever experienced, like looking death in the face.

Gohan stared down on Trunks with disgust and began gathering chi in his hand. A dreadful feeling began rising in the pit of his stomach and Trunks knew nothing good could come from this situation.

Right as Gohan was about to let go off the blast, the voice of what Trunks thought was an angel sounded from the window.

“NO! LEAVE HIM ALONE!”

Trunks’ glazed eyes stared at the being he thought was an angel. She had hair as black as the sky, and it was long. Her eyes seemed fierce and afraid it seemed for him. Her face was perfect, the only thing missing were her wings.

“My saving angel?” Trunks whispered, almost in a state of delirium.

“Daddy, let him be. He’s hurt bad enough.”

This time Trunks registered the voice and realized it was Pan, shaking out the cobwebs, Trunks began to sit up.

“Get back Pan, he deserves it for what he has done!” Gohan shouted, pure rage generating from his very being.

“No Dad, I refuse to let you hurt Trunks anymore!” Pan said, putting force behind her words.

Gohan scowled and strengthened his blast, as he was about to let it go, Pan punched him in the jaw, not expecting the blow, Gohan fell over, letting the chi blast fly into the wall.

“Pan!” Gohan yelled, “Why did you do that?!”

“You were about to kill him, Dad!” Pan yelled, getting in front of Trunks, “I won’t let you. It is just as much my fault as it is his!”

“But Pan he’s a womanizer, nothing more. How could you?” Gohan said, his eyes losing the anger that had adorned them, sadness taking them over.

Pan dropped to her knees in front of Gohan, “Because I loved him, Daddy. And I figured he loved me too. I haven’t talked to him since the night before I left. He didn’t know at all. I didn’t even know until I was in America.”

“But Pan . . .”

“Dad, hurting Trunks won’t get rid of the fact I have a daughter by him,” Pan said hugging her father, “It just doesn’t give her the chance to know her real father.”

Trunks, who had been listening the whole time, cracked his eyelids and spoke, “I am a father?”

Gohan growled but Pan squeezed his arm, “Yes you are. Her name is Mariko.”

“I see,” Trunks said drowsily, blood leaked from his nose and mouth, his clothes were ripped, and his hair was bloodied and matted to his forehead by sweat, all things accounted for, Trunks was not a pretty site at that moment.

“Are you okay?” Pan asked softness was in her voice that wasn’t present before.

Trunks wanted to answer but found no words came to his mouth.

“Trunks?”

Again her voice was there, luring him into darkness, a welcoming place.

“Trunks, are you okay?”

Finally his eyes rolled back into his head and Trunks slipped into unconsciousness he had been waiting for, the last thing he saw was Pan’s face above his.

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A\N: Short chapter I know, but the T/P moments are coming soon!

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