Translation
Fanfic: "Um aus der Dunkelheiten zu erwachen braucht man sanfte Worte"
Subtitle: Pan x Trunks - Leseprobe
Chapter: Feelings
Chapter 2: Feelings
Pan was supposed to spend the night at Bra, so the two of them after their little shopping spree to the C.C. flew and withdrew to Bra's room there. Bra because she really wanted to give Pan the right make-up for her dress and also wanted to find the right shoes and Pan because she didn't feel like meeting Trunks.
"Bra! NO! I'm not going to let tons of paint pour on my face!" Pan demonstratively crossed her arms while Bra desperately tried to get her friend to sit down so she could try out a few things, unfortunately Pan said nothing none of the use of makeup or walking around in clothes. In the meantime, Bra was about to blow up, "PAN! SIT UP OR IT BANG!" "NO!" "YES!" with a firm grip, Bra Pan got her friend more or less voluntarily to take a seat in front of the mirror.
Pan hated those moments, always, really ALWAYS!Bra prevailed, never, but Pan was NEVER right to have a say. By now, Pan felt as if Bra only needed it as a test object. Once again Pan was filled with this feeling of sheer devotion, emptiness flooded her, her body went numb and the tears that threatened to escape her eyes and betray a sign of her life seeped away even before they had reached the light. Bra didn’t notice Pan’s pain, she didn’t know that Pan had suffered so much in the last few years that even that bit tore her heart apart with pain.
Bra had opened Pan's hair so that she couldn't see her face, but would she have been able to, would Bra have noticed that single tear that had stolen onto this velvety skin?
Pan knew the answer, Bra would probably have thought it was because of the hairspray she was distributing in the soft black, Pan's hair. Nobody knew how Pan was doing, outwardly she was a happy one.Strong and cheeky girl who withstood every load, but inside ..... inside it looked different, there was a little weak girl who also wants to cry without surprising people, who also wanted to make herself pretty without immediately to be turned on stupidly, who also raved about boys and was too shy to tell them, a girl, like any other, maybe even weaker, Bra, let it be, I'm going home. "
"But ...," Bra noticed the sad look of her friend, also that a thin, shimmering line ran down Pan's cheek and the sad tone was not hidden from her, Pan had been so offended that she was doing the makeup hadn't let yourself be talked to? Pan also left her hair open, she didn't even look for that black something with which she kept her hair in check. No, this black sea spread in gentle waves over Pan's shoulders. Pan also still wore the things that Bra had given her, a red top with a vertical neckline and tight jeans, so that this sad picture also had something graceful about it at the same time.One last time before she took off, she conjured a smile on her lips so as not to worry Bra, "I'll see you at school, bye."
Pan was supposed to spend the night at Bra, so the two of them after their little shopping spree to the C.C. flew and withdrew to Bra's room there. Bra because she really wanted to give Pan the right make-up for her dress and also wanted to find the right shoes and Pan because she didn't feel like meeting Trunks.
"Bra! NO! I'm not going to let tons of paint pour on my face!" Pan demonstratively crossed her arms while Bra desperately tried to get her friend to sit down so she could try out a few things, unfortunately Pan said nothing none of the use of makeup or walking around in clothes. In the meantime, Bra was about to blow up, "PAN! SIT UP OR IT BANG!" "NO!" "YES!" with a firm grip, Bra Pan got her friend more or less voluntarily to take a seat in front of the mirror.
Pan hated those moments, always, really ALWAYS!Bra prevailed, never, but Pan was NEVER right to have a say. By now, Pan felt as if Bra only needed it as a test object. Once again Pan was filled with this feeling of sheer devotion, emptiness flooded her, her body went numb and the tears that threatened to escape her eyes and betray a sign of her life seeped away even before they had reached the light. Bra didn’t notice Pan’s pain, she didn’t know that Pan had suffered so much in the last few years that even that bit tore her heart apart with pain.
Bra had opened Pan's hair so that she couldn't see her face, but would she have been able to, would Bra have noticed that single tear that had stolen onto this velvety skin?
Pan knew the answer, Bra would probably have thought it was because of the hairspray she was distributing in the soft black, Pan's hair. Nobody knew how Pan was doing, outwardly she was a happy one.Strong and cheeky girl who withstood every load, but inside ..... inside it looked different, there was a little weak girl who also wants to cry without surprising people, who also wanted to make herself pretty without immediately to be turned on stupidly, who also raved about boys and was too shy to tell them, a girl, like any other, maybe even weaker, Bra, let it be, I'm going home. "
"But ...," Bra noticed the sad look of her friend, also that a thin, shimmering line ran down Pan's cheek and the sad tone was not hidden from her, Pan had been so offended that she was doing the makeup hadn't let yourself be talked to? Pan also left her hair open, she didn't even look for that black something with which she kept her hair in check. No, this black sea spread in gentle waves over Pan's shoulders. Pan also still wore the things that Bra had given her, a red top with a vertical neckline and tight jeans, so that this sad picture also had something graceful about it at the same time.One last time before she took off, she conjured a smile on her lips so as not to worry Bra, "I'll see you at school, bye."