To die for
Chapter 1


A/N: Here's another famous one from moi. ^_^ I know it's been forever since I last wrote something, but I've had a lot of things on my mind lately. Please forgive me! I'll write more soon, I promise! (Yeesh, I really need work on keeping my promises.) Anyways this is a T/P fic, although it won't be romantic untill at least chapter 4 or 5. But still, read if you like. I'm writing this all for you guys. Ain't that sweet of me!? Warning! This fic is tragic. And it involves suicide attempts. this may seem like T/M at first, but be warned, this will turn to T/P in the next coming chapters. This is depressing (I think I've already said this) so you may want to get your tissues ready. Rated 'R' for swearing, suicide themes and adult themes (later on!). I'm really sorry T/M fans, I promise I'll have something out for you soon! Some sappy romance, I suppose. But you know, I'm really best at angest, as crazy as it sounds.

Disclaimer: Dragonball and co. are all (c) Akira Toyiama, Bandi, Bird Studio, TOEI and FUNimation. If I'm missing any, I'm sorry. I don't own any of the characters, I'm just using them for the fic.

P.S. Let me explain how this works. The first chapter is Pan's POV (point of view). The next chapter is Trunks POV. The third chapter is Marron's POV, then I'll go on from there. Just thought I'd let you know ^_~

P.S.S. R&R and enjoy!


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This can't be happening.


I didn't hear this right, did I? No, he couldn't have said what he just did. He couldn't have said that he's engaged to Marron. Please, tell me I heard wrong.


"W-What?" I said, trying to keep back the tears. He looks up at me and smiles.


"I'm getting married to Marron this summer. Isn't that great, Panny?" He reaches across the table and ruffles my hair. Somewhere in the background, I hear Bulma laugh.


"Well, that's wonderful news, Trunks! Do you have a specific date set up yet?"


He shook his head. "Not yet."


It was a get-together night at Capsule corp. Everyone she knew was sitting around the table, eating a huge dinner and laughing. Well, everyone but Vegeta. He was just eating and ignoring everyone. I look back down at my food; I suddenly have the urge to throw up. But, in all respect for Trunks, I swallow the forming lump in my throat and force myself to smile.


"T-That's great Trunks . . . congradulations."


He smiles again, that same smile that use to always make me want to melt. But now I feel numb. I feel as if someone had just punched me in the stomach. Hard. I could almost feel the blood rise in my throat. Or mabye that's because I'm on the verge of losing my dinner.


I noticed that my hand was starting to shake, so I quickly dropped my fork and hid my hand under the table. The knife clattered against my plate and everyone looked up at me. I saw my mother frown with concern.


"Pan?" She whispered softly. "Are you okay, sweetie?"


I laugh, all though it sounds rather strained. "I'm fine! I just dropped my fork, mother, It's no big deal." I picked up my fork again and forced some more food in my mouth. The normal talk and laughter returns to the table.


Hello! Can anyone here me!? Yeah, it's me over here, the one that wants to scream at the top of her lungs! Why did you do this to me, Trunks!? You bastard! You knew I loved you, didn't you!? But nooo, I was just the little sister you never had! Wasn't that it!? Well, I hope your goddamn happy, brother! Long live you and your fiance!


I wanted to scream this, of course. I wanted to hurt him. I wanted him to feel the same pain I do. It's not fair that he's happy and I'm not. But not now, not infront of my mother and father, and everyone I grew up with. That was to severe. I had to find something better.


I couldn't take this. I'm not this strong. I suddenly found myself on my feet. I felt like I was in a trance. "Pan?" I heard my father call. "Pan, what are you doing? Sit back down and eat." I turn to him, he has that fatherly concern in his eyes.


I felt my vision go blurry. No, not now. Don't you dare cry, Son Pan. Don't even. "Excuse me," I said after I found my voice. And I ran. I ran out of the kitchen and through the living room. I can hear Bra call my name. I open the front door and shoot up into the air before anyone can reach me. I don't think I've ever flown this fast before.


I reach my house before I know it. It looks cold and deserted, like it hasn't been lived in for years. There is no trace of light around the house, not a single glimmer to show its real beauty. I levitate up to my bedroom window on the top floor. I tried sliding the window open. Locked.


I felt all my frustration and anger come out, I scream as I punch the window open. Shards of broken glass are everywhere. I blink and look down at my fist, which was stained in bright red blood. It's weird how I can't feel any of it. It stays numb for a few seconds before pain shoots up and down my arm. It was beautiful, it expressed how I felt on the inside. I close my eyes.


I am pure. I am without. I am bleeding into nothing. If I cut myself open wide enough, will you jump inside and save me? Will you have the heart to sit beside me and lick the blood away? I am your other half, Trunks Briefs. You haven't found that out yet, but it's true. Heal me. Save me from drowning in my own blood. You have the heart, Trunks, you just have to find me in it.


The pain was increasing. I felt my mind cloud over, like I was floating. This was what I needed. I slowly enter my room and picked up a rather large piece of glass off the floor. I feel dull. I let my mind take over my actions. With one quick swipe, I felt the air leave my lungs. I look down at what I created, a huge gash was on my arm and blood was slowly seeping from it. Tears of pain sprung to my eyes, but instead of crying out, I laugh. I laugh at my own pain. My weakness.


I take another swipe. The stinging grows stronger. That's when I hear it.


"Pan?" A voice from downstairs calls. "Pan, are you in here?"


My blood runs cold. He followed me. I fall silent, nothing but the steady drip, drip of my blood hitting the floor. It's music to my ears. I forget how good Saiyajin hearing is, and no sooner then ten seconds later, the door to my bedroom opens.


"Pan, are you-"


He cuts himself off at mid-sentance. His eyes grow wide. I find myself again and take another swipe at my arm. I start laughing as the blood draws forth, at the expression on his face.


"PAN!" He screams. "Oh my god, what are you doing?!"


That's when I feel it. My vision is blacking out. Someone help me, I'm going to fall. "Why Trunks?" I ask softly, before blackness indulges me and I fall to the ground, his voice drifting further and further away.


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End of chapter 1!

*looks back on what she wrote* Wow, this is grief for ya. I know this is depressing, but have no fear! It will get better and more fluffy, I promise. Give it time. If you like the story, please review. Here, I'll make it easier. Copy and paste, 'Good story' into the box below, then push submit review. That's all you have to do. Easy enough, ne?

I'm sorry this chapter is so short! I really have nothing else to do. What's Trunks' reaction gonna be? What about everyone else? Is Marron gonna have a scene in this story? (Duh, I've answered that one already...) Find out all this and more in chapter 2!

Luv ya lotz,
~Hachimitsu

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