*** Konichi wa, it's me again. It took me a little longer for the third part, gomen nasai, but my annoying little sister Pan (name changed by the editor) was besieging the computer the whole time. By the way, she has now finished her second FF: Bulma needs Vegeta. I haven't read it yet, but it must be super * slim *. But first my story will be read, of course !!! * g * Sayonara, P. ***








Completely confused, Oob sat in the living room and stared into the cigarette box that was just spitting out a rather boring soap opera. But the young warrior couldn't concentrate on the television anyway. How then? He always had the image of Pan in front of his eyes, who stormed off sobbing to fall into the arms of her beloved Trunks. Oob had decided to hate Trunks for it, which wasn’t difficult for him, as he hadn’t particularly liked him before. And Pan? How could she do all this to him?A silent tear ran down Oobs dark face and he clenched his fists convulsively. 'Just look at you, you weakling! ', he thought angrily,' You're sitting here 'and whimpering! You can't retreat to your corner all your life and cry! You have duties! You'd better worry about the new enemy! '




Meanwhile...




"Thanks for stopping by, Trunks," Pan said and kissed the purple-haired man on the mouth. "What is so important that it doesn't have time until tomorrow morning too?" He asked, still a little puzzled about Pan's late call. “I want to ask you something important.” Pan's voice sounded serious. "What do you have?" Trunks asked, startled by the suddenly dark expression of his fiancée. "Trunks", Pan began softly. "Do you love me?" The half-Saya-jin breathed a sigh of relief. "Of course, my darling," he smiled and hugged Pan, who immediately pushed him away again."Pan ... what?" Trunks asked, eyes wide with fear. Didn't she believe him? "I don't mean ..." she paused for a moment. It was not easy for her to continue speaking. "I don't mean if you love me now," she said hotter. A hot tear made a shiny trail on her cheek. Trunks didn't understand. "What do you mean?" He asked uncertainly. "Trunks, I want you to tell me the truth", Pan continued. "Will you still love me in ten years, and in 20 years and in 100 years? Or is what you feel for me just an initial one Fall in love, a tingling sensation in the stomach that will be gone in two years at the latest? "


Trunks looked at the floor for a moment as if he was thinking. "Pan ..."




Kilometers away, Oob awoke from a restless sleep. He had dreamed that he had confessed his love to Pan. She had turned him away and said she never wanted to have anything to do with him again because he was weak and she would never deal with a worm like him.

'She hates me', Oob thought completely confused, 'She doesn't want anything more to do with me. Because I am weak. Because ... 'Oob slumped. “I love you, Pan,” he whispered, “I love you so much!” Oob's cheeks were flooded with tears. "Why can't you love me too?" He shouted into the darkness of the night and clenched his hands in the bedspread.




"Pan ... I" Trunks was still looking at the floor. "I don't know what to say."


Pan looked at him angrily. "What do you mean by that?" She whimpered through tears. Trunks swallowed hard. He opened his mouth, but not a word came from his lips. How was he supposed to teach Pan that ... "I thought," Trunks began, still his head bowed, "I thought I'd finally found someone I love, but ..."


"But what?", Pan cried desperately "Please tell me! I need to know!"


“I don't love you, Pan.” These words hit Pan's brain like a slap in the face. "WHAT?", she asked wide-eyed" What are you saying? "


"I don't love you," Trunks went on. "I thought I would. I never thought about it. I took it for granted, you know. It ..." He looked up and saw Pan's tearful and angry face . "I'm sorry," he said quietly, "I didn't mean to hurt you." - "Get out of here," said Pan, barely audible but firmly. "Pan, it ... I'm ... sorry, but we ...", he managed to stutter, "We can ... well ... stay friends ... right?"


"I told you to get out of here!" Pan shouted, banging on the wall. Trunk's expression suddenly went cold. “I can see,” he said in a calm tone, “you won't let anyone talk to you anyway.” With these words, he had disappeared out of the door - and out of Pan's life.


Pan sank to his knees in front of the closed door and began to sob uncontrollably. "You bastard bastard! How could you ..." You asked him about it, honey!'But I never expected that answer! I thought he loved me, but he was just playing with me. I was just a nice pastime for him, nothing more! '








*** How's it going from here, hmm ??? Doesn't look at me questioningly, I don't know! * innocent guck * The next part is already in the works! Thanks again for the super nice clerks! * happy * you are so nice !!! And the faster the sequel comes. Until then, your P. ***