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A/N - Thanks for the reviews! ^^ This is now my main story! I seem to work better on this, mostly because there lives in this is so close to mine! ^^

Dead Pigeon - Chapter 5

Trunks was flying threw the night sky, the same large crescent moon was shining upon him. He flew by it, he was but a mere speck next to the moon. Below him was Satan City, his home town. He’s lived there all his live, and plans never to move. But if his band gets big, will he move? He doubts it will, but there always is that small chance that some record label will walk into one of your concerts, hears you perform, and likes it enough they try to sign you a contract deal for a label.

“Pan...” Memories of Pan from earlier that day were flooding his mind. When she went to close the garage door, so simple, yet it was entertainment for him. And when they were stuck in the bathroom doorway, damn...he was so close to her. He had his arm on her breast! Then, the kiss. Her taste was so...unique. He has made out with many girls in his life. Hell, he was no longer a virgin. And he regrets loosing it sometimes. He will never have that thrill again, once you loose your virginity, sex doesn’t seem right again. Actually...it never did for Trunks. He was missing something, or someone.

“Pan, I know you are up to something. But what?” Trunks saw his house nearing. He landed smoothly on his front yard lawn. The lights to the kitchen were on, he could see it threw the open window.

He walked in the kitchen door and looked around. He walked by the bar that was by the door when you walk in, no one was in here. Someone must of left the lights on. He then walked up the stairs and into his room.

His room had posters of Blink 182, Good Charlotte, The Ramones, NOFX, Pennywise, Drop Kick Murphy’s, Rancid, The Offspring, a few blacklight posters as well. He had a Dragon one that was spitting fire at you, a death rider, and a clown one. He had two black lights hanging from his ceiling and an electric ball by his bed. He had a bunk bed, without the bottom bunk. Instead he had his drawers under there. And a little red siren on top of the drawer. It only spun around a red light, no sound came from it. (A/N - AKA: My room! *sigh* Luv it!) He didn’t bother to turn on a light, he used the blacklight, electric ball, and that little red siren as his source.

“I should pull an all-niter and finish my speech now if I want to have all day tomorrow to practice.” Trunks went over to his desk under his window and pulled out some information on The Mongol Invasion Of Europe and started to work on it. (A/N- I had to do one on them! Hard!) He tapped his pencil against the wooded desk and had a hand on his head. He started to chew the end of the pencil off as he thought.

“Dammit! This is to hard! What do I care about Mongols invading Europe?! I live in Japan!” Trunks threw his head down on the desk. He looked out his window and saw a couple of elderly people walking in front of is yard. He watched them as they went by his house, holding hands the whole time.

“Pan. What do you have that makes me feel so...different.” Trunks asked himself. He slowly, fell into sleep. with that thought drifting in his mind.

~*~Next Morning~*~

The large, orange, morning Sun peeked over the skyline of Satan City, dropping rays of sunlight through the dissipating clouds from yesterdays storm. Dew trickled off grass blades and leafs as a gentle breeze waved over. A few birds were coming out of there hiding places from the night and stretched, and started to sing a soft chirping song.

Trunks was sprawled out over all his papers on his desk, he had drool coming from the right side of his mouth. His chest was slowly rising and falling with every breath he took in is slumber. As the Sun reached his window, his eyes fluttered a little.

“Uhh...mmm...” Trunks mumbled has he slowly woke up to the warmth of the Sun. Eyes open now, he stretched, leaning back on his chair, and twisted his back...only to topple over in is seat.

“Ow! God dammit! What a way to wake up!” Trunks yelled as he got up and stared at the chair, as if trying to burn a hole threw it.

“Brat! It’s time to do your morning work out!” Vegeta yelled from downstairs.

“How the hell does he know when I’m awake?” Trunks thought out loud to himself. “Yeah! Hold on! Let me get changed!” Trunks yelled back to his father. He walked over to his closet and rummaged threw it for something light, flexible, and okay to get torn up.

Trunks found a white T-shirt in his closet. He took of his Good Charlotte shirt and threw it to the ground; his muscular chest was now showing. He then proceeded to take of his dark red baggy pants and was now only in his silky black boxers.

Vegeta walked into his room without a knock and started to yell. “Brat! I told you to come down for your morning work out! Oh.” Vegeta said as he looked at his practically naked son.

“And like I said dad, hold on. Let me get changed. Now leave dammit!” Trunks yelled at his father. Vegeta was a little taken back at how Trunks yelled at him. And he knew when Trunks was not in a mood to take shit, he just left. Because Trunks has been known to literally blow up when angered enough. Vegeta closed the door and waited outside it.

Trunks watched as the door slowly shut, and he continued to change. He put on a pair of dark blue baggy jeans, yet he was able to move freely in them, they didn’t cover his feet. And slipped on his white T-shirt. He walked out of his room to meet his dad.

“Now lets go!” Vegeta yelled a little pissed off at having to wait.

Trunks just waved his right hand as telling Vegeta he knows. They walked down the hall and come to a large steel door. It was the gravity room. There was no talking the whole way there, and no talking is planned to go on during training, only the insults and attacks will fly.

Vegeta turned the gravity on to 200, a nice level for the morning. He didn’t bother to do warm-ups, instead, he went into a crouch and raised his hands out in front of him. He scanned Trunks with his eyes waiting for a response. Trunks also went into a stance, but not a crouch. He firmly placed his feet shoulder length apart. Vegeta then noticed something on Trunks wrist.

“Brat! Take off those spikes! That is a weapon! We will not be using weapons in my training!” Vegeta saw Trunks spike bracelets on both of his wrist.

“I forgot to take these off. Sorry.” Trunks unsnapped them and threw them to the side. He wnet into his stance again and pulled his ki shield around him. His mind was not on the fight though, it was on Pan still.

Without a word, Vegeta flew towards Trunks and threw a fury of punches at him. Trunks was easily dodging them, but he was still not fully here mentally, his mind couldn’t stop thinking of Pan.

Vegeta then stopped his punches, and not a second later, raised his left leg and slashed at Trunks with it. It hit Trunks right in the jaw, sending blood flying out of his mouth and onto the red tile floor. Trunks was, needless to say, a little pissed off at that. So it was now his turn to go on the offensive.

Trunks sent a wave of small, light blue swirling ki blasts at Vegeta and moved upward in the air as doing so. Vegeta knocked away the blasts with ease and charged at Trunks. But Trunks was not done yet. He started to kick rapidly at his father with the heel of his right foot. Vegeta blocked all of hem with his arms against his chest. Trunks just continued to kick faster and more powerful, but his dad just blocked them, as if they were nothing.

“Is that all?! You can do better! I’ve seen you do much better then this!” Vegeta yelled as he took Trunks leg, and spun him around, crashing him into the wall. Trunks didn’t get up, he didn’t want to. So he slumped against the wall and waited for the last of Vegeta’s attacks. But nothing came.

“Why did you stop?” Trunks asked looking up.

“Your mind is not on the fight. You obviously have something more important to concentrate on. So just leave. And let me do my own training!” Vegeta turned off the gravity so Trunks could walk out. And he did just that, after he picked up his bracelets that were still on the floor.

“Damn...I can’t stop thinking of Pan! Maybe if I go and see her it will calm me down. It was just one, little kiss! I’ve never felt like this after just, one, little, kiss!” Trunks left the house, without changing his cloths. His white T-shirt had a tear on his left side and his blue baggy jeans had tears on the bottom where his shoes have stepped on them. He took flight, without caring if anyone saw him. People were pretty use to hearing explosions or what not coming from Capsule Corp now.

“Dammit! I forgot to finish my speech! Damn! Ah...I’ll do it later tonight...” Trunks said while flying over Satan City and a few parks below. “But first, I need to see Pan, just to figure out some things.”

End Chapter 5

I’m making this go slowly huh? Heheh...just some suspense for all T/P lovers like me! ^^ I know there hasn’t been much band playing from them lately, well I’m going to focus on Trunks and Pan for the nest few chapters! Maybe only the next one actually. ^_~ Tell me what you think, what you like about it, or give me some ideas! I don’t care! Just review! Please! ~*~pyro freak~*~