Summary: Marron is found dead in the park lying next to an unconscious
Pan... Pan doesn't remember what happened, but the voices in her head seem
to know... What will Trunks think? Marron was his fiancée... Trunks/Pan
Disclaimer: Okay, listen up real good cuz I'm only gonna say this once. I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of its affiliated characters. I'm a poor college student with just a little too much time on her hands. Don't sue please, cuz even if you sue me for all I'm worth, you won't get much.
(A/N) I hope this is a good story cuz I wrote it a long time ago... a really long time ago. The younger Tygrressatheart had some fabulous plot ideas, but the detailing could've been better, so, when I came across this old story when cleaning my stuff out in preparation for school, I decided to fix it up. Rest assured this is already complete so there is no way I'll drop it or that it will take away from my finishing my other fics. By the way, I'm not sure what time period DBZ takes place, so I set in present times (American style—I hope that doesn't make too many people upset).
IMPORTANT:
(*)---stands for voices inside Pan's head
'*'---stands for thoughts
Guilty Conscience
Chapter 1
These voices,
These voices,
I hear them...
(Do it, no one is watching. It's not like you'll get caught. I dare you.)
And when they talk
I follow
I follow
I follow...
(You can't resist. I know you. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone...)
*~*~*
Pan awoke with a start, confused, her dark eyes shooting open to stare blankly at the white ceiling. 'What was that all about?' Her head was aching and she couldn't remember the events of the night before. 'What happened, what did I do?!' She started to panic as a feeling of dread crept into her stomach. Not knowing what happened in your life is never a good thing.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Bra bubbled as she entered the room, seeing her friend awake, "I was starting to think you'd never wake up."
Pan started at the sound of her best friend's voice. She had no clue why Bra was in her room. Struggling to sit up, her ebony hair falling quickly around her shoulders and framing her face, she finally looked around her at the room. The pink walls were covered with posters of Mark McGrath, Chris Tucker, Eminem, and other male stars. There were shelves of stuffed animals against the wall, and the dresser was covered with tubes of lipstick, perfume bottles, lotions, hair brushes, and eye shadow. She continued to look around until gaze fell upon the girl, well... young woman, standing patiently in the doorway.
Bra stood with her hands on her hips, her blue hair falling freely past her shoulders. She wore a red sundress with a matching headband, earrings, bracelets, and sandals. Pan watched as she tapped her red fingernails against her hip, waiting for some sort of response. Her eyes, blue as ever, narrowed when it didn't look as though Pan was going to answer.
Pan closed her eyes in disbelief, recognizing the room and knowing it wasn't her own. "What am I doing in your room, Bra?" Pan envisioned her own room with its pale blue walls, decorated with pictures of the Z fighters and her friends, wishing she were there instead. The sun glared in through Bra's window, shining red behind her eyelids. Opening her eyes to look at her friend, she saw sadness fall across the pretty girl's face, her lips sliding out of their easy smile.
"Pan, I'm not sure how to tell you this. I thought... I'd hoped you'd remember on your own." Bra walked to the edge of her bed, sitting gracefully beside her friend, and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Something horrible happened... truly horrible."
Bra sighed as one tears rolled down her cheek. No recognition showed in Pan's eyes, confirming her fear that Pan didn't know what happened. "Pan... Marron is... well she... died. She was stabbed." She saw her friends deep chocolate eyes fill with confused tears and rushed to finish the story so then she could be of some comfort. "Trunks found you lying unconscious on the ground beside her and brought you here."
Tears were now rolling down both women's faces as Bra put her other arm around Pan, pulling her into a tight hug. Pan wrapped her arms around Bra's waist burying her face against her blue hair. Marron had been their best friend. They were always together... wherever you found one, you found the other two. 'What will it be like without her?' Pan thought bitterly.
"How long have I been out?" Pan realized as she recalled Bra's formerly cheerful voice that it must have been a while. She pulled back to look into her friend's watery blue eyes and saw a new sadness awaken in them. "How long has it been, Bra?"
Bra heaved a deep sigh before answering. "Two weeks. You have been out for two weeks." She saw Pan tense and pulled her to her chest, rubbing her arms reassuringly. "I'm so sorry, but the funeral couldn't wait. We had it three days after her death."
Although missing the funeral was a horrible pain in Pan's heart, something else was on her mind. "How did Trunks take it?" Pan asked quietly. Trunks and Marron had been dating for about two years and Trunks had just proposed to her the day before... Pan shook her head as she thought about Trunks confiding his plans for proposal...
Pan had cried her self to sleep that fateful night. She had loved Trunks ever since she could remember. She remembered the heartache she had gone through when she found out her older friend had started dating him. She realized she was much younger than him, but she had hoped he could see past the age thing. When Trunks told her he was going to ask Marron to marry him, Pan was so angry, she could have killed her. 'What?!' Pan thought, remembering how she'd felt, 'I wouldn't have killed her! Would I?'
"Trunks has hardly spoken to anyone." Bra's voice cracked Pan out of her thoughts. "He's been waiting for you to wake up. I think he wants to ask you about what happened. The police haven't solved the case yet and if they have any clues, they haven't shared them with us..."
Pan drifted back into her thoughts as she wondered what had happened that night. 'I can't remember...' she was getting worried as bits and pieces of what happened came back to her, 'I remember going for a walk with Marron. I even remember getting angry. But then what happened?!'
Bra watched Pan's face cloud over. She was concerned about her friend. 'I know she's not telling me something... but what is it?' The turmoil that was beginning to show on Pan's face was frightening her. She decided to say something... anything.
"Should I tell him you're up?" Bra asked, not exactly sure if Pan was up for the questioning Trunks would give her.
"No nee, I already know." A lavender haired man dressed in a wife-beater, black jeans, and Tims sauntered in. "Can you excuse us, Bra?" He walked over to the bed, sitting softly next to Pan as Bra left without a word.
Trunks smoothed out Pan's ebony tresses as he looked deep into her eyes. He could see she had been crying and knew that Bra had informed her of what happened. As he sat with her in silence, he couldn't help noticing how beautiful she looked. He had fallen for this girl a long time ago, but had forced back feelings for her because she was so young. 'No,' he thought, 'she is no longer a girl... she's 23... But that doesn't matter right now. I have to focus on the matter at hand... Marron...'
"Are you feeling okay, Pan?" Trunks asked, wanting to make sure of this before he continued.
"Yeah, I'm alright." Pan replied weakly and unconvincingly. Trunks eyed her doubtfully, but pressed on anyway. "If you're sure... Can I ask you about what happened?"
Pan looked around nervously. (I won't tell if you don't.) Pan blanched as the voice sounded in her head. 'Go away. Leave me alone.' she inwardly screamed at the voice. It was evil. It pushed her, inciting her anger, trying to get her to do things. She had heard it the night that Marron died. 'Oh no, I didn't give in, did I? I wouldn't... I... I don't know anymore.'
"I don't remember what happened," she mumbled, "I just don't know."
"You mean you don't remember anything? Did you see someone or something around?" Trunks thought she would have had some answers, some kind of helpful information.
"No, there was no one else that I can remember. It was just me and Marron." '...and the voices' Pan inwardly cringed at her train of thought. "There was no one else, at least I think..." Pan searched her memory for something.
'She doesn't... didn't love Trunks. She didn't deserve him.' Pan remembered suddenly why she was angry with Marron. (It's our little secret.) She flinched again as the voice piped up. 'No... I didn't do anything. I couldn't have!'
"So you don't know what happened?" Trunks asked quietly. He knew she wasn't telling him something. She looked afraid and he didn't want her to be. He didn't want this perfect angel to have to carry things all alone. He wanted her to share it with him... allow him to help her. 'No, she is too young! I need to stop thinking about Pan... strong... beautiful, Pan.'
Trunks shook his head as he tried to clear it of thoughts of Pan. He had thought about Pan a lot lately. He looked at his hands as he thought back to the conversation he had with her a few weeks back...
*flashback*
"I think I'm in love with Marron." Trunks blurted out as he walked with Pan through the park near Capsule Corp. He thought he saw hurt in her eyes, but it disappeared.
"Oh?" Pan replied stiffly.
"Do you think I should ask her to marry me?" Trunks hoped she would say no... that she loved him. He was confused as to why he wanted her to love him, but he did.
"If it makes you happy..." Pan bit her lip, her eyes beginning to water.
"Yeah, then I guess I'll ask her this weekend." Trunks watched tears spring up in Pan's eyes and knew that she loved him. He wanted her to say something to stop him... anything, but she simply said...
"Okay."
*end flashback*
Pan was looking at Trunks nervously, watching him come back from his thoughts. "I really don't remember. I only remember going for a walk with her." She blinked back tears... she was so confused. 'I should tell Trunks about the voices, he'll understand.' Pan opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Bulma.
"Pan-chan!!! I'm so glad you're awake! I brought this up for you." Bulma gave Pan a bowl of soup and a sandwich. "Everyone is downstairs eating. Why don't you go downstairs, Trunks, and I'll stay with Pan?" Bulma eyed Trunks wearily as he sat next to Pan on the bed. She didn't think his questioning was having a good affect on the poor thing.
"I'm not hungry." Trunks replied shortly, "Mom, you go ahead. I'll stay with her."
"Oh, all right." Bulma said uncertainly, "But make sure you eat something later."
When Bulma left, her blue hair swinging behind her as she walked quickly away, Pan started to eat her soup. "Are you sure you're all right?" Trunks eyed her suspiciously.
(Don't tell him about me.) The voices again...
"I just ache is all..." Pan lied, her heart pounding... Trunks was so close... She felt sick.
"Pan, is there something you aren't telling me?"
"No." Pan lied again. She hated lying to him.
*~*~*~*
(A/N) How do you like it????? REVIEW! REVIEW! I'd really like to know what you think... what you'd like to happen... if you have questions... c'mon... push the button... if you don't, I will send my beta-reader, N.C. PsyChick after your asses! She knows karate! I SAID PUSH THE FREAKIN' BUTTON!!! Okay... sorry... I'm calm... I'm calm.
Disclaimer: Okay, listen up real good cuz I'm only gonna say this once. I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of its affiliated characters. I'm a poor college student with just a little too much time on her hands. Don't sue please, cuz even if you sue me for all I'm worth, you won't get much.
(A/N) I hope this is a good story cuz I wrote it a long time ago... a really long time ago. The younger Tygrressatheart had some fabulous plot ideas, but the detailing could've been better, so, when I came across this old story when cleaning my stuff out in preparation for school, I decided to fix it up. Rest assured this is already complete so there is no way I'll drop it or that it will take away from my finishing my other fics. By the way, I'm not sure what time period DBZ takes place, so I set in present times (American style—I hope that doesn't make too many people upset).
IMPORTANT:
(*)---stands for voices inside Pan's head
'*'---stands for thoughts
Guilty Conscience
Chapter 1
These voices,
These voices,
I hear them...
(Do it, no one is watching. It's not like you'll get caught. I dare you.)
And when they talk
I follow
I follow
I follow...
(You can't resist. I know you. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone...)
*~*~*
Pan awoke with a start, confused, her dark eyes shooting open to stare blankly at the white ceiling. 'What was that all about?' Her head was aching and she couldn't remember the events of the night before. 'What happened, what did I do?!' She started to panic as a feeling of dread crept into her stomach. Not knowing what happened in your life is never a good thing.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Bra bubbled as she entered the room, seeing her friend awake, "I was starting to think you'd never wake up."
Pan started at the sound of her best friend's voice. She had no clue why Bra was in her room. Struggling to sit up, her ebony hair falling quickly around her shoulders and framing her face, she finally looked around her at the room. The pink walls were covered with posters of Mark McGrath, Chris Tucker, Eminem, and other male stars. There were shelves of stuffed animals against the wall, and the dresser was covered with tubes of lipstick, perfume bottles, lotions, hair brushes, and eye shadow. She continued to look around until gaze fell upon the girl, well... young woman, standing patiently in the doorway.
Bra stood with her hands on her hips, her blue hair falling freely past her shoulders. She wore a red sundress with a matching headband, earrings, bracelets, and sandals. Pan watched as she tapped her red fingernails against her hip, waiting for some sort of response. Her eyes, blue as ever, narrowed when it didn't look as though Pan was going to answer.
Pan closed her eyes in disbelief, recognizing the room and knowing it wasn't her own. "What am I doing in your room, Bra?" Pan envisioned her own room with its pale blue walls, decorated with pictures of the Z fighters and her friends, wishing she were there instead. The sun glared in through Bra's window, shining red behind her eyelids. Opening her eyes to look at her friend, she saw sadness fall across the pretty girl's face, her lips sliding out of their easy smile.
"Pan, I'm not sure how to tell you this. I thought... I'd hoped you'd remember on your own." Bra walked to the edge of her bed, sitting gracefully beside her friend, and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Something horrible happened... truly horrible."
Bra sighed as one tears rolled down her cheek. No recognition showed in Pan's eyes, confirming her fear that Pan didn't know what happened. "Pan... Marron is... well she... died. She was stabbed." She saw her friends deep chocolate eyes fill with confused tears and rushed to finish the story so then she could be of some comfort. "Trunks found you lying unconscious on the ground beside her and brought you here."
Tears were now rolling down both women's faces as Bra put her other arm around Pan, pulling her into a tight hug. Pan wrapped her arms around Bra's waist burying her face against her blue hair. Marron had been their best friend. They were always together... wherever you found one, you found the other two. 'What will it be like without her?' Pan thought bitterly.
"How long have I been out?" Pan realized as she recalled Bra's formerly cheerful voice that it must have been a while. She pulled back to look into her friend's watery blue eyes and saw a new sadness awaken in them. "How long has it been, Bra?"
Bra heaved a deep sigh before answering. "Two weeks. You have been out for two weeks." She saw Pan tense and pulled her to her chest, rubbing her arms reassuringly. "I'm so sorry, but the funeral couldn't wait. We had it three days after her death."
Although missing the funeral was a horrible pain in Pan's heart, something else was on her mind. "How did Trunks take it?" Pan asked quietly. Trunks and Marron had been dating for about two years and Trunks had just proposed to her the day before... Pan shook her head as she thought about Trunks confiding his plans for proposal...
Pan had cried her self to sleep that fateful night. She had loved Trunks ever since she could remember. She remembered the heartache she had gone through when she found out her older friend had started dating him. She realized she was much younger than him, but she had hoped he could see past the age thing. When Trunks told her he was going to ask Marron to marry him, Pan was so angry, she could have killed her. 'What?!' Pan thought, remembering how she'd felt, 'I wouldn't have killed her! Would I?'
"Trunks has hardly spoken to anyone." Bra's voice cracked Pan out of her thoughts. "He's been waiting for you to wake up. I think he wants to ask you about what happened. The police haven't solved the case yet and if they have any clues, they haven't shared them with us..."
Pan drifted back into her thoughts as she wondered what had happened that night. 'I can't remember...' she was getting worried as bits and pieces of what happened came back to her, 'I remember going for a walk with Marron. I even remember getting angry. But then what happened?!'
Bra watched Pan's face cloud over. She was concerned about her friend. 'I know she's not telling me something... but what is it?' The turmoil that was beginning to show on Pan's face was frightening her. She decided to say something... anything.
"Should I tell him you're up?" Bra asked, not exactly sure if Pan was up for the questioning Trunks would give her.
"No nee, I already know." A lavender haired man dressed in a wife-beater, black jeans, and Tims sauntered in. "Can you excuse us, Bra?" He walked over to the bed, sitting softly next to Pan as Bra left without a word.
Trunks smoothed out Pan's ebony tresses as he looked deep into her eyes. He could see she had been crying and knew that Bra had informed her of what happened. As he sat with her in silence, he couldn't help noticing how beautiful she looked. He had fallen for this girl a long time ago, but had forced back feelings for her because she was so young. 'No,' he thought, 'she is no longer a girl... she's 23... But that doesn't matter right now. I have to focus on the matter at hand... Marron...'
"Are you feeling okay, Pan?" Trunks asked, wanting to make sure of this before he continued.
"Yeah, I'm alright." Pan replied weakly and unconvincingly. Trunks eyed her doubtfully, but pressed on anyway. "If you're sure... Can I ask you about what happened?"
Pan looked around nervously. (I won't tell if you don't.) Pan blanched as the voice sounded in her head. 'Go away. Leave me alone.' she inwardly screamed at the voice. It was evil. It pushed her, inciting her anger, trying to get her to do things. She had heard it the night that Marron died. 'Oh no, I didn't give in, did I? I wouldn't... I... I don't know anymore.'
"I don't remember what happened," she mumbled, "I just don't know."
"You mean you don't remember anything? Did you see someone or something around?" Trunks thought she would have had some answers, some kind of helpful information.
"No, there was no one else that I can remember. It was just me and Marron." '...and the voices' Pan inwardly cringed at her train of thought. "There was no one else, at least I think..." Pan searched her memory for something.
'She doesn't... didn't love Trunks. She didn't deserve him.' Pan remembered suddenly why she was angry with Marron. (It's our little secret.) She flinched again as the voice piped up. 'No... I didn't do anything. I couldn't have!'
"So you don't know what happened?" Trunks asked quietly. He knew she wasn't telling him something. She looked afraid and he didn't want her to be. He didn't want this perfect angel to have to carry things all alone. He wanted her to share it with him... allow him to help her. 'No, she is too young! I need to stop thinking about Pan... strong... beautiful, Pan.'
Trunks shook his head as he tried to clear it of thoughts of Pan. He had thought about Pan a lot lately. He looked at his hands as he thought back to the conversation he had with her a few weeks back...
*flashback*
"I think I'm in love with Marron." Trunks blurted out as he walked with Pan through the park near Capsule Corp. He thought he saw hurt in her eyes, but it disappeared.
"Oh?" Pan replied stiffly.
"Do you think I should ask her to marry me?" Trunks hoped she would say no... that she loved him. He was confused as to why he wanted her to love him, but he did.
"If it makes you happy..." Pan bit her lip, her eyes beginning to water.
"Yeah, then I guess I'll ask her this weekend." Trunks watched tears spring up in Pan's eyes and knew that she loved him. He wanted her to say something to stop him... anything, but she simply said...
"Okay."
*end flashback*
Pan was looking at Trunks nervously, watching him come back from his thoughts. "I really don't remember. I only remember going for a walk with her." She blinked back tears... she was so confused. 'I should tell Trunks about the voices, he'll understand.' Pan opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Bulma.
"Pan-chan!!! I'm so glad you're awake! I brought this up for you." Bulma gave Pan a bowl of soup and a sandwich. "Everyone is downstairs eating. Why don't you go downstairs, Trunks, and I'll stay with Pan?" Bulma eyed Trunks wearily as he sat next to Pan on the bed. She didn't think his questioning was having a good affect on the poor thing.
"I'm not hungry." Trunks replied shortly, "Mom, you go ahead. I'll stay with her."
"Oh, all right." Bulma said uncertainly, "But make sure you eat something later."
When Bulma left, her blue hair swinging behind her as she walked quickly away, Pan started to eat her soup. "Are you sure you're all right?" Trunks eyed her suspiciously.
(Don't tell him about me.) The voices again...
"I just ache is all..." Pan lied, her heart pounding... Trunks was so close... She felt sick.
"Pan, is there something you aren't telling me?"
"No." Pan lied again. She hated lying to him.
*~*~*~*
(A/N) How do you like it????? REVIEW! REVIEW! I'd really like to know what you think... what you'd like to happen... if you have questions... c'mon... push the button... if you don't, I will send my beta-reader, N.C. PsyChick after your asses! She knows karate! I SAID PUSH THE FREAKIN' BUTTON!!! Okay... sorry... I'm calm... I'm calm.