"Agrhh" she muttered. Drops of coffee edge it's way upon her colorful paper set out upon the cold steel desk. Grabbing white crisp napkins she patted the drops and cursed the man inside her small office. Blaming him for her nervousness and shaky hands.
Trunks had entered her Architect and partial apartment ten minutes ago. He invited himself over without a decent warning phone call before waltzing in.
He edge his way around the room looking around at various things. Pan watched him out of the corner of her eye as his black Armani shoes walked along her wooden floors. Her small office was her dear prize and joy. You could see such a thing once you entered her sleeping chambers of mess. It was her home and work place.
The ceiling fan hummed lowly as the sunshine peek its way through the white blinds. The sun gave off a seceding light upon the pink drapery room and off whitish color walls, giving the room a cozy feeling. Two shelves stood near the one window apartment both dark cherry wood and exceeding most of the room with its largeness. One was dust free with collectible finely garnish tea sets. Tea sets she spent a fortune on to have and fought over 90 year old women at various flee market auctions. Damn old stubborn city women! Just glancing at Pan told you she was not your typical city girl. Her dark blue denim skirt, pink checker pattern flannel shirt half button and a plan small man white t-shirt underneath clench to her small frame body. She had the small isolated country home to blame for that.
The other cherry wooden shelf was your typical dusty shelve with a collection of romance novels. She was introduced to such novels at the tender age of puberty 13. Books that could make your toes curl with sex scenes and make your heart flutter when the leading man won over the woman with his love. 13 years old she started and she was edging on to 27 soon. Hmm…made you wonder why she was still single?
She grabbed onto her gray color pencil finishing the finer details of the house her client was planning to build on the out skirts of Tokyo. The pencil in her right hand worked its magic making the home come alive on once dull white paper. She had been an architect for nearly 3 years now and she love ever minute of it. Luckily for her Trunks popularity and dear friendship offer her a great amount of good business. The past 2 years she had won outstanding architect of the year in Tokyo. She was willing to win this year as well! 3 was the charm. October 1st was the date and at the end of October was the annual award ceremony. She was hard at work seeking perfection as the autumn days presented themselves. If you didn't see her working it meant only one thing she was dealing with Trunks shenanigans. Her eyes glanced up from her artily work and focus on Trunks. He was up to something indeed!
He grabbed the small fragile tea cup studying the red floral pattern and its tiny ceramic being. The cup was tiny in his overly large hands and the small side loop couldn't even fit his pinkie finger. He flipped the underside of the cup browsing for a price tag. A tag that could give away Pan's weakness for collectible cups that didn't even see the dishwasher. Hmm….45 dollars for this piece of small junk. This is the hobby that made her happy? He clicked his tongue and narrowed his eyes reading the fine small print Crystal gems and unique Treasures was the store provider for such a thing. Must be a store filled with old junk and old women.
Gosh, she knew he was going to do that. Grinding her teeth lightly she placed the gray pencil inside the chipped heart shape mug along with the various color pencils. He just had to be inspector Gadget and snoop around. Of course Trunks was far from inspector gadget character. If she had to pick the one character in that particular cartoon, it had to be that evil cat always petted by the enemy. Trunks was not a evil person but he was the type of guy who adored to be petted when it came to out charming and doing evil things to women. Evil sexual things! Women would flirt, touch and even give the wink "I'll pet something for you and fuck you too!" look and he would take the offer every time. It made her cringed with disgust that he actually sleep with that many slutty women. Trunks was a very good looking guy who offered every part of his body to be adored. His bronze skin, soft silky lavender hair, broad shoulders, muscular biceps, six-pack abs and sayian heritage size penis.
Ha, she once adored his body long time ago. Senior Prom, with a mixture of dancing and alcoholic beverages at a after party was the perfect combination for both to end up in twisted sheets. Believe it or not it, it was both their first time and what a time it was! He adored her body with such glorious sexual needs that night. That was the only time he felt her body and the last time she had sex. Now, he was practically a sex addict only with other women and she was a single gal with no sexual encounters.
He pulled his collar and loosen his blue and gray tie. He was going to stay here as long as necessary for her to talk to him. She had yet once uttered a single word since he entered the room nearing 20 minutes ago. He picked up another tea cup and browsing underneath expecting another price tag with a expensive number plaster on it.
"Would you stop snooping around inspector Gadget!" she finally worded out to him. He fumbled the small fragile cup not expecting to hear her voice so soon. Pan's eye danced around the cup that fumbled across his large hands. She cringed expecting it to fall and crashed upon her wooden floors but it didn't happen. He finally took control of the slippery cup and placed it carefully upon the wooden shelve watching Pan sigh a relief. His blue ocean eyes twinkle and a sexy curvy smile form on his handsome face.
"Ha…I knew you couldn't ignore me any longer!"
Ignoring wasn't just the word for it; she was down right furious with him. He left her high and dry two weeks ago at the community banquet. The banquet he promised to introduce her to more clients of his and more business opportunities to be presented for her. Sure, she was able to handle her business herself, but Trunks knew clients around the world and it would help if she herself was introduced to such people. More business was better then no business at all. Damn him! Here he was appearing at her office wanting to patch their friendship up yet again!
"I'm ignoring you for very good reasons, and you know exactly what they are!"
He cringed at her cold words and cold gaze. He knew exactly what she was talking about The banquet. He cleared his throat and walked to the window opening the blinds. A beautiful autumn day, with crowded streets and fallen leaves spread out among the cement roads and central park before his blue eyes. His mind was racing for a excuse. A good reasonable excuse but not a one came into his mind.
"Now Panny, before you get all huffy and puffy …."
She stopped him mid-sentence raising her small petite hand in front of his handsome face. He was going to try a sweet talk her out, like a four year old child asking innocently for a piece of sugar coated candy. She was not going to fall into his trap this time. She was furious and had every right to be. Her once beautiful pale skin face was now a tomato red with raw madness. Blood pressure was rising and her brown eyes were twitching. Huffy Puffy… "Agrhh" she was beyond that.
"Trunks…" she warned him, seeping the word threw her gritted pearly white teeth. He was going to sweet talk up an excuse and not tell her the truth about the real reason he left her alone. All alone at the men infested banquet, all horny old men! Well, his charming words may have brought other women to their knees but not Pan.
He paused and looked directly at her. Her face was a crimson red, her red finger polish hands firmly gripped at her small hips, her red polish toes stood apart, her blue eyes were twitching and her lips were closed tightly. She was beyond madness with him now. His charm wasn't going to work this time. He edged his hands over his sayian ears expecting a loud angry scream to be erupted towards him, but it didn't happen.
She watched him cover his ears expecting her to scream. She wasn't going to give him the great pleasure of doing so. Instead she was perfectly going to stay calm about this. She glided underneath the ceiling fan and tip toed upwards pulling the string. Yanking the string twice the fan spin faster and a airy breeze spread through out the room and across her glisten sweaty skin. Her anger was making her extremely hot and sweaty and she couldn't bare it another minute.
Trunks quirked a eyebrow watching her movement switching the fan higher to top speed. Air swept across his skin and tousled around in his soft hair. The airy breeze gave him little relief from the angry women standing near him.
"Well, I sure hope she gave you a cheap sexy thrill! She opened her legs wide enough for you?" Pan questioned sarcastically, knowing the real reason he left her high and dry two weeks ago. Some slutty woman probably edge her way to his arms and sex driven lust.
"Hmm…actually she was better with her tongue!"
He smirked knowing it make her fluster. Trunks could always hook line and sinker her when it came to sex. She blushed and grunted. The audacity to tell her such a thing made her want to creep under her desk from embarrassment. She hated when he did such things to her.
"Why do always care to explain exact details when I don't even ask for them?" Pan grunted the question. She was fed up arguing with him, when he didn't even argue back. She sat down on the small floral sofa by the open window.
"Oh…Panny…you know you love me for it!" He teased standing in front of her slouchy sitting form.
Ha…sure she love him but not because she wanted to only because she had to. She couldn't end a 25 year friendship with just a snap of her finger. No siree! Unfortunately, Trunks was her best friend through out those long years and he was willing to re-patch it up again entering her office this morning. The damn man could get you so angrier you want to strangle him to death. Then he would show up out of the blue and want to be dear old friend again with her. Yes her…Panny! Panny was nickname given to her by him at the tender age of 2. When both couldn't pronounce long winded words only short syllables to get their message across. His nickname was Trunksie when she was happy with him and when she was angrier with him it was Trunks the punk! She giggled remembering her mom telling the story of how they first met.
Once a year Capsule Corporations holds a annual picnic and carnival for the community. Well, playing in the kids sand box during a hot summer day, Trunks being in the same sand box with her though it would be fun to yank her blonde hair and not let go. It was a typical Trunks moment. Bulma had to rush over and pry his chubby hands out of her hair when the bellow cries escape her lips. Videl had giggled at the two babies and had spark up a conversation with the leading scientist. Both women becoming dear friends making their children follow their lead.
"So does this mean we are on talking terms?" He questioned her, while she stood up from the sofa closing the blinds that he opened minutes ago. Shutting off the sun, the office darken making the art lamp the only source of light through out the room.
"Yes, I Suppose." She answered making her way back to her art desk and taking a seat in the comfortable office chair. She blew eraser peelings away from the colorful picture and set it aside. She grabbed her coffee mug and took a small sip. Yuck..it was cold and lumpy.
"Great, because I need a desperate favor!" He informed her watching her nose scrunched up from the cold coffee. She spit the brown contents back into the cup not willing to swallow it. Trunks smirked watching her do such a act, was something only Panny would do. No other women dare to spit something out her mouth besides lustful curse words or something with highly intelligent words to show their city heritage. That was all the more reason he love being her friend. She was different and unique.
"First thing first, a warm cup of coffee then your favor!" She stated walking towards the red wooden door swinging it open swiftly. She entered her living chambers, in one swift move and made her way to the kitchen/living room/bedroom. All rooms were connected into one large room. Then in the small right corner was the bathroom so small, it looked to be made for leprechauns or gnomes. She emptied the cold brown contents down the sink drain and grabbed the coffee maker jug from its handle pouring the liquid into her mug. The steam rose from the brown liquid and the aroma entered her nostrils. She licked her lips anticipating the first sip.
"Want a cup?" She turned around asking Trunks but only heard the bathroom door creak a little and him disappearing into the room. He closed the door half-way and the sound of a water-fall entered her ears. Damn it, why do men have to be so loud when taking a piss and why do they never close the door all the way. She muttered walking over to the bathroom door closing it shut.
"Don't leave the seat up!" She yelled entering back into the kitchen. She filled up a cup for him settling it on the counter top. She made her way over to her satin sheet bed slightly fixing it. Her living chamber was a complete wreck. Magazines were on the carpet floor, dirty dishes on the nightstand, dirty laundry on the bed, sofa, table and floor. It was in need of a good clean up but she was to busy with work to even think about her living chamber. The bathroom door open and the sound of the toilet flushing told her Trunks was out. He glanced around the room noticing its messy state. He kneeled down picking up a pair of red lacy thong on the crook of his finger. She must not be keeping up with her laundry for it to be spread out among the floor.
"So, when will I get to preview this on you!"
"Agrhh…" She grabbed the thong out of his hands pushed him towards the red door, meaning him to exit. He laughed at her actions. "Stop being such a nose!"
She edge him out the
door and made her way back to the kitchen grabbing the coffee cup she
prepared him, and throwing the discarded thong back onto the carpet
floor. She briskly entered her office only to find him leaning over
her art desk with a evidence of his laughing earlier. A sexy smile
plastered his face as he lean in closer his eyes squinting at the
picture. He was studying the picture she finish sketching earlier
with content eyes. The picture really was impressive and was surely a
winner to be sold.
"Nice Job Panny! You may have to sketch me
one of those soon!"
"Trunks, you'll be living in C.C. for a long time before your mother decides to let you out her grasp!" She giggled handing him the warm mug. He graciously accepted the mug and swallowed a large gulp of fresh coffee. "Very funny Panny! But I didn't come to discuss my living arrangements with you! I need a favor!" He revealed to her again only this time she was listening to him carefully her eyes set upon his facial features.
"Shoot!"
"Teach me to be romantic!"
Coffee splattered out her mouth and nose, dripping down her face and onto her pink checkered shirt. Did he just say what I think he said?
She quickly grabbed a Kleenex from her desk and wiped her mouth and the contents of coffee. His face contorted as he shrugged his shoulders. He really had to explain this one to her before fits of laughter erupted!
"Say that again?" She tried her best to muster up a serious face, but tears in the corner of her eyes and a smile spread across her sensual lips was a dead giveaway of what was to come.
Finally she couldn't take it anymore and a fit of laughter escaped. "You…you..you…romantic…you….romantic…" She laughed out loud, holding her belly from the pain of laughing so hard. She wanted to roll on the floor for this one but decided it was not a good idea to give him a peek under her short skirt for such an act.
"It's not funny!" Trunks argued watching his best friend laugh to her hearts content. Gosh, was he not the romantic type? Well, he could answer that question himself with a big flat NO but that didn't mean you could laugh at his face for it. He never had to be romantic before so why even bother till now!
"It's not what you think Panny! I have a perfectly good reason behind it!" He crossed his arms across his firm chest. The white button shirts tighten across his chest and muscular arms. Evidence of bulge muscles peek its way through the shirt and showing the evidence of pure masculine pride and sayain heritage. Pure sayain man to be exact!
"Ok….ok…explain!" Her laughter died down just enough for those few simple words to come out of mouth. She quirked a eyebrow waiting for him to give a detail account of why he wanted to be romantic all of a sudden.
He looked very ticked off now and it only meant that he was dead serious about this favor. She watched him ready himself for a long explanation, as he fumbled with his hands. He finally gathered up his courage and started to explain.
"I have to close a business deal, with a highly close family friend of mom! She is the vice president of a large company heading over America. Well, unfortunately tabloids in America really hate me because when I spoke over the phone with her she mention that she knew me for the womanizer I was. I asked her where she got the information from and she pleasantly told me with an arrogant sweet voice it's part of the world news section in every newspaper across America."
Pan giggled, the girl knew her stuff well! She was playing smart when it came with the number one bachelor Trunks. Sure, she may have not meet him physically or set her eyes upon him but she knew what was in stored for her once she meet him. "She's coming to Japan?"
"Yea, that bitch thinks I'm some sort of pervert!"
Pan lifted her eyebrows and smiled evilly. "Ok…fine I admit I'm a pervert but she hasn't even met me!" Trunks stated noticing his friend questioning features. Pan knew what type of guy Trunks was inside and out! Surely, he couldn't lie to her about not being a complete pervert! He was a complete horn dog and she knew that!
"So what has this to do with being romantic?"
"She won't budge with the business deals I offered her over the phone! That's why she is coming to Japan and wanting to discuss more finely detail offers. I need to win her over and close the deal!"
"Basically she didn't accept your charming lustful words and didn't accept the deal! You have to give her credit Trunks…she's a smart cookie!"
He grunted at Pan, she was supposed to be on his side not hers! He was her best friend for petty sakes! "Are you going to help me or not?"
Pan shrugged her shoulders thinking it over for a second or two. Watching him squirm and wiggle waiting for her answer was all but victorious! She finally stole the ball away from him and held it in her court! She was going to tease him about this for a very long time!
"Fine, take a couple of romance novels from the wooden shelve and that will give you some ideas!" She said pointing to her collection with a smudge grin.
He picked up a random novel, opening it. He glanced around the book reading a sentence here and there. It was all so boring. So the women loved the man and she offered her hand to be kissed by his firm lips….blah…blah…..blah…..His heart flutter….blah…blah……she kissed his cheek….blah…blah…..blah…
He flipped through a couple pages and reading again. Something caught his eyes. He smirked reading it out loud
"Her tight firm nipples stroke along his chest, pushing deeper inside her. She moaned as he fulfilled her with his sexual desirable manhood! Pushing further into her making her scream with ecstasy ……..."
Pan yanked the book out of his hands before he could read any further. Her face was fluster and burning with heat. She realized her big mistake! She shouldn't have offered the books to him. Surely, he would find the only sex scene in the 500 page book. Typical it was all typical.
"Hey…it was getting good!"
"Hush!" She said placing the book back on the shelve only to be yanked out again by his pestering hands. He held a firm grip across the book, reading the title "Hot Lovin" as his eyes dance across the picture below the title. The red hair woman was laying upon a hammock, the bare chest man hovering over her. She wore nothing but a sheer thin red silk dress, her breast against his chest and the look plaster on her face of ecstasy made his groin tingle. She was hot, like her fiery red hair.
"Stop your wet day-dreaming!" Pan said noticing the look of interest across his face. He grunted a grunt that make any women know he was sexually turn on. She didn't want to glance down to his black dress pants knowing full well it held a tent above his groin area.
"Pan, I'm ashamed of you, reading such porno graphic books! What would your dear mother say?" Trunks teased. He knew full well, they were mainly romance novels but as before he loved to tease her about sexual interactions. She would only fluster more and mumble an incoherent curse across those innocent lips.
"Fuck!" She yelped loudly. Trunks was taken back by her loud curse. She slapped her forehead with her left hand and mumbled something under her breath. It wasn't the curse word he had suspected to be incoherent. She yelled "Fuck" very clearly to him. He grinned more loving her in this predicament. "Fucking is right…they were fucking hard huh?" He teased her more before receiving a harsh angrier gaze. Her blue eyes held a fiery touch, telling him she was furious right now!
"I lost track of time, I forgot to pick up my mom half a hour ago!" Pan said angrily.
When the word mother escaped Trunks lips earlier it was then that she remembered her dear mother. She promised her mom a fun filled weekend in the city and Trunks had made her completely forget to pick her up from the island. It was his damn fault!
"Really? Why is your mother coming down?" He asked tossing the book back on the shelve completely forgetting its contents and existence instantly. His interest turned to her mother visiting.
"I promise her a fun weekend in the city!" She yelled as she entered her living chambers. She needed to grab her keys to her car, when suddenly she stopped abruptly. Her car was low on gas, and dare to even reach the speed 60 without the engine wanting to rumble and shake as if it was sick. She peered back into the office a smile form on her lips and a sweet adorable voice escaped her mouth "Oh dear Trunksie…"
He groaned knowing full well what she wanted just by his nickname. She used that sweet voice so preciously and he couldn't help but say "What?"
"Did you drive here?"
"agrhh…yes, but why don't' I fly you quickly!" He answered not wanting to drive in 5 o'clock traffic. Two hours had flown by, with neither of them noticing.
"Just exactly tell me how, your going to carry me, mom, and luggage?"
Damn it, she was right. He may have super sayain strength but not 10 extra arms with him. He really was in for it now! His new corvette was going to filled with luggage and two respectable chatter box women. Women not willing to go in the small back seat for a simple fuck, like the normal.
"Fine, I'll drive."
Author Note: I wasn't feeling the T/M vibe so I this story is now T/P! Enjoy and review please!
