*** Hello! So this is the 7th part (I think). I hope it is good, you can always judge it so badly yourself. By the way: I'm still writing another, rather abstract story. Let's see, maybe you'll get to read it soon. But it will take a while.


So, now read it nicely. Bye, your P. ***








About an hour later, Pan and Oob faced each other on a grassy steppe. "And you really want to train now, Oob?" Asked Pan tiredly.


"Sure!", Oob replied, "What's the matter with you? Aren't you always so furious?"


"Yes, but ..." Pan couldn't finish the sentence, because at the same moment Oob's fist raced towards her and threatened to hit her dangerously in the stomach. Pan avoided his punches and kicks as best he could, but felt how she was gradually weakening. Oob seemed to sense that too, so he stopped. "What's the matter with you?"

Pan dropped onto the soft grass and gave an exhausted sigh. “I'm totally everyone.” Oob sat down next to her, whereupon Pan leaned her head on his shoulder. "It's good to see you again," she said. It was really good to hear that coming from Pan's mouth. Only now did Oob realize how much he had missed his girlfriend, how much he had longed to talk to her or just sit there, like now. Maybe he should just tell her that he fell in love with her. Maybe she felt as much as he did. What did he have to lose? Nobody said anything for a long time. After a few minutes of endless silence, Oob spoke. "I have to tell you something." Pan straightened up. "I have to tell you something too," she said seriously. "You first," said Oob and Pan did as she was told. "It's like that," she began, taking a deep breath, "I haven't told anyone yet. You have to promise to keep it to yourself for now, okay ?!"-" Ok ", Oob said eagerly. He wondered what would come next. Would it be possible that Pan ...


“Well,” Pan continued, “Something unbelievable happened, Oob!” Oob was getting more and more nervous. What the hell was it now?


"You won't believe it, but Trunks asked me if I would like to be his wife."


Open mouth that Oob there. It was as if his heart was being pierced with sharp needles. "What?" He asked incredulously. He must have misheard. It just couldn't be true. Pan, his Pan, wanted to marry this rich bastard? At that moment, Oob just wanted to die.


"What did you want to tell me?" Pan interrupted his thoughts.


Oh yes, right! Oob was just about to tell her that he loved her. What an irony! But what would it have done? The dream was over, popped like a beautiful soap bubble.


Oob got up. "It 's not that important, honestly." With that he vanished into the sky, leaving a very puzzled Pan behind.







*** I'm sorry, but woa. Got to go very, very quickly now. Until then, your P. ***