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Fanfic: VERTRAUTE WELT 1
Chapter: FAMILIAR WORLD 1
This time it took a lot longer than I expected. Sorry But I couldn't think of anything straight away and the time to write wasn't there either ;-) But now on, because in the end something occurred to me after all,
Much love, Sai-chan
I hope you like this part and a big knubu to everyone who liked the Stranger World!
FAMILIAR WORLD 1
The sun was already high in the sky. In the palace there was the usual hustle and bustle and a little more, since there was to be a big party in the evening. Only one person lay calmly in his bed and slept until .....
"Trunks!" it rang through the whole palace and finally there was a vigorous knock on his door. There was still no sound to be heard inside his room so Bulma entered the room without waiting for an answer. "Trunks so now you really have to get up, your father is already raging with anger and I don't want to endure his mood any longer!"she yelled at him. A low moan could be heard." Does that have to be? It's just Pan's stupid birthday tonight and I hate her anyway. Do I really have to go there? "Bulma was boiling with rage and tore the covers off her son." Really, you are impossible! The resemblance to your father in his demeanor cannot be mistaken! Pan is turning 18 today, and she's the daughter of our best friends. So get your lazy bum out of your bed right now! "Bulma yelled at him and Trunks screamed in pain." My ears, now I know why father always stays so calm! However, Bulma had already disappeared from the room again.
Meanwhile Pan was already walking around very excited. It was always down at 2:00 p.m. and the party was supposed to start at 6:00 p.m. "Heavens Pan, sit down at last, otherwise you'll have huge nicks in your carpet! It's just under 4 hours until your party begins.Have you already tried on the new dress that your parents gave you? "Bra asked her friend excitedly. Yes, Pan did. It was a long dress made of pure silk that was all red. It stood in perfect contrast to her black hair and her eyes. She had once seen a picture of her mother wearing a similar dress. Since then she had wished nothing more than to look so elegant. The dress showed her curves perfect on display. Yes, she wanted everyone's gaze tonight. Yes, even Trunks' gaze. It would be a satisfaction to see the gaze of the person she least disliked on her. She Hated the way Trunks treated her. She always thought she was better than her and insulted her whenever the opportunity arose. With that thought she remembered a situation a few days ago.
FLASHBACK:
"Hello Trunks" Pan greeted her best friend's brother, who was just about to walk past her.He stopped abruptly and looked her up and down. And the only thing he said to her was; "You look just as childlike and trampling as always, I don't bother with anything like you" and with these words he went on.
Pan then ran to her room crying.
FLASHBACK END
"Vegeta-be to Pan," Bra got her out of her mind. "Oh sorry Bra, I was just in thoughts. Will you help me with my hair later?" she asked her best friend. Bra just nodded silently. She knew exactly what Pan had been thinking of. She had heard the way her brother treated her often enough. Trunks could be very different. Goten, in contrast, was always very nice to Bra. HE is almost like Pan, thought Bra. Nice, polite and he always had a smile on his face. The stark contrast to her own brother. "Bra, tell me what are you going to wear later?" Pan asked, pulling Bra out of her thoughts as well. "I was thinking of my new black evening dress.Or what do you mean? "She looked expectantly at her friend." Hmm, sounds quite acceptable, "Pan replied and made a grimace whereupon Bra let out a growl and pounced on her, giggling.
Trunks meanwhile was dressed and had a fresh shower. He was just on his way to see Vegeta. He had called for him. As Trunks entered the throne room, he saw his mother kissing his father. He cleared his throat softly whereupon Bulma broke away from Vegeta and left the throne room with a smile. " What do you want from me?" Trunks asked, looking at his father expectantly. He was full of respect for his father who ruled this planet. “You are now at the age Trunks should get married slowly.” Vegeta began. Trunks worst fear became true. His father would ask him to choose a woman. There were so many beautiful women on Vegeta-sei. And he also knew many of them very "personally". "And since you haven't found a suitable woman yet, your mother and I have chosen the perfect woman for you."Continued Vegeta." But father, you can't just decide that! What do you do if I don't like this woman? "Shouted Trunks, beside himself." Don't worry, my son, you know this woman and she is by no means ugly. On the other hand, you cannot do anything that I decide to do, and it is in the law that if a descendant has not found a partner by the age of 18, the parents decide. And my god boy you are 23! We spared you for a long time! And now go, it will be announced this evening! "Said Vegeta and wanted to go back to his work." But father, at least tell me who you will declare as my future wife! "Trunks asked with a sigh." You know her well, besides, she's also here this evening. She turns 18 today! "Vegeta answered his question.
Suddenly it clicked at Trunks! "No, father, you can't do that to me! Not Pan." "That was my last word and my word counts!" said Vegeta and now turned away for good.Trunks knew that he shouldn't irritate his father even more now and left the throne room defeated.
Trunks was in a trance on the way to his room. He was not aware of the guards bowing to him or his mother entering the throne room with a worried expression on her face.
"Vegeta, what did he say?" Bulma asked her husband with a worried expression on his face. Vegeta growled softly and then answered, too. "What is he supposed to have said, woman? My word is true, I am the king and Trunks knows that very well.He didn't dare to contradict me. And now leave me alone. "He said. Bulma knew that her husband was not to be trifled with and left the room without speaking to him again.
"Chichi, did you see my black battle suit?" Kakarott called to his wife who was sitting confused on her bed. When she didn't answer, he waved his hand in front of her face a few times until she sighed. "Hey Chi, what's up?" he asked worried. "I'm worried about Pan. You know yourself how Trunks treats her and then you should marry him? I don't know if that's that good." Chichi replied. "Chi, please don't worry. Everything will be fine. Believe me, I can tell." He tried to calm her down and hugged her. Chichi was only too happy to return the hug, but after a short time broke away from her and kissed him on the cheek, only to get up immediately. "By the way, your black tracksuit is in the bathroom. It still has to dry.Giggling, she then disappeared into the bathroom to get ready. Everything would go well, yes, she knew that Kakarott had always told her the truth so far and she believed him this time too, only what would Pan say about it?
Now it was just before 7:00 p.m. and Pan and Bra made their way to the grand ballroom. All the others were already there and celebrated until the door opened. Pan was nervous. She had never worn such a dress. Dresses yes, but never so elegant. She entered the hall cautiously. She was quite tense and was afraid that something would go wrong. All the sayajins in the room stared at her. Above all the male ones. First, she was hugged by her parents. Then from Bulma and Vegeta just nodded appreciatively. (We know Vegeta ;-) Bra had already congratulated her after all. Then her brother came who was standing right next to Trunks. When she thought of Trunks she involuntarily winced. "All the best, Pan," said her brother, hugging her as tightly as he could."Ok, Goten, I'm choking," Pan managed to smile. Suddenly he let go of her.
Many other sayajins also congratulated Pan, but she wasn't really listening. She only had his words on her mind. He drove her crazy. And he knew exactly how to torment her.She had never wanted him to love her, no, she knew that this was impossible for him. No, she just wanted his friendship. Was that asking too much? He had often told her that she would never find someone to marry her. Or had told her often enough that she was unattractive. Every time she was silent. What was she supposed to say in return? She hoped so much that it would be different one day. So much ...
By now everyone was sitting at the table and starting to eat. Bulma and Chichi gave each other silent looks, but each of them knew exactly what the other was thinking. Both just hoped everything would go well.