AUTHOR NOTE: This story doesn't follow DBZ/GT to the 'T'. Pan and Trunks are about the same age, and if you can't handle that, please don't leave nasty, hateful comments. I won't even acknowledge your existence if you do. A warning though, this puts a whole new, pretty brutal twist to Pan Son.
While standing on the elevator, waiting for it to finally hit the top floor, she took the time to fix her skirt, making sure to look as respectable as possible.
"Really, he should be grateful that I decided to come and grace him with my presence." she muttered and stepped off the elevator as it reached its destination. "There you are." she smiled as she spotted the office door belonging to the man she was looking for. Before she could make a move however, the room broke out in gasps and screams, making her sigh.
Here we go again.
"What the hell?" he growled as the ruckus erupted throughout his floor. It was bad enough that he had to be stuck doing paper work all day, but he hated having to listen to his employees yelling while he had to do it.
Well, you pretty much gave them free reign in a way. He turned to face the giant windows and sighed once more. It's the first beautiful day of the season and I have to get stuck with spreadsheets for two hours. Ridiculous.
"Screaming doesn't help me!" he finally grew annoyed enough to investigate, spotting his employees surrounding a woman with long black hair and an amazingly proportioned figure. "Excuse me. Who would like to tell me why we aren't working and why we are screaming like little children?" everyone grumbled to themselves, while the woman turned around and waved.
"That would be my fault, grumpy!" she walked over with a smile and he stared at her in disbelief. "How are you?"
"Oh my Dende, you came back! I thought you would be gone for good!" she shrugged and he cocked an eyebrow. "You went to America to pursue your dreams after all."
"Well, I did have to come back to see the people who love me. I was also getting sick of touring." she followed the lavender haired man into his office and jumped on his desk as he locked the door to keep out her fans. "I figured I would tell you first since you are my best friend and you were the only one who believed my band could move forward."
"Pan, your parents will destroy you when they see what you have done to your body! You have tattoos from your torso down and probably as many piercings! Not to mention you are hardly concealing yourself. It's a little awkward for me."
"Pleas Trunks, I am nineteen years old, which makes me an adult and mature enough to get tattoos and make decisions about myself as I see fit. I do have a tattoo behind my ear which means I am covered head to thigh. Besides, I noticed men pay attention to me more when I dress like a woman and not a boy." she closed her eyes and smiled, which gave Trunks the opportunity to look her over. She had on a strange, tight fitting top filled with gashes and safety pins, with a skirt short enough where it wouldn't have touched her fingertips if she stood up with her arms straight down. It did, however, show off her perfectly toned legs from all her years of martial arts.
"More like streetwalker."
"Says you. Anyhow, how goes work, Mr. CEO?" Pan jumped off of his desk and walked over to the window.
"Fine, I guess I would rather be outside than be behind a desk, but you know that. I assume that was one of the reasons why you chose your career path." Trunks remarked and Pan chuckle, making him sigh thoughtfully.
She really has grown a lot. All she would do was argue with me and she would have killed me for that streetwalker comment. The smiles and laughs are definitely a plus.
"Yeah, but I am a fashion designer as well, so I too get stuck in offices."
"You area famous one at that. I am always ordering clothes from you."
"I know, it's how I found out you were still here."
"You know, your parents will kill you when they see that present on your neck."
"Oh." Pan gave him a sultry laugh and placed her hand over the bright red mark on her neck. "It's really nothing."
"Nothing? It's a pretty big nothing for you! Do you have a man in your life? My little Panny loves someone!"
"I love no one, let's get that straight." she remarked and Trunks stared at her in surprise. "Love brings pain and sometimes it forces you into things you don't want to do, but you have to, especially if it would be for the good of your friends and their future. Welcome to the life of being in a foreign band and the only female in it."
Good Dende, I look at men in a totally new way.
"What of you? Are you in a relationship?"
"I have been seeing someone, yes. It's been a few months."
"Ah, so it is serious?"
"We like to think so. Pan, I..."
"Listen, I have a few things to do and a few people to do as well," she remarked, sticking out her tongue which revealed three more piercings. "Afterwords, I'm inviting Bra, Goten, Marron and Ubuu over for dinner tonight. You and your serious girlfriend are more than welcome to come."
"I wish you didn't make comments like that."
"Why not? Try your luck and you might win me too!" she kissed his cheek and he sighed loudly. He had always promised her that she would wait for her to come back, that she would always be in his heart. However, that was before she dumped everyone in her life. "Kidding!" she grinned widely, putting her hands together. "Well, will you come?"
"I don't think I will now that you pulled a stunt like that on me." he stated coldly and it took the smile right off of her face. "I am also kidding. Of course I will be over, the two of us have a lot to catch up on and I need to make sure that you have kept up on your training."
"Right. Later."
"Much." he kissed her cheek, keeping his lips pressed against her soft skin for a rather long time. She excused herself, signed a few more autographs on her way out and the next stop on her list was next door to Trunks' parents house.
"Oh my!" Bulma exclaimed as she opened the door. Pan had a grin on her face and Bulma gave her a skeptical one back. "Well, you have certainly changed."
"I know."
"Who is it, mom?"
"Pan is home." at the mentioning of her name, Bra ran over screaming at the top of her lungs with Marron in suit. The reunion had been fun, especially when her mother had started screaming herself purple at the fact her only child had changed so much. When Pan got back to her house, she sighed, removing her bunny backpack and tossed it on the couch.
"How was your family reunion?" a man with long black hair and a bunch of tattoos looked over from the chair he sat in, where he picked at his nails with a pocket knife.
"It was fine and I invited a few friends over for dinner."
"That means you want me to stay upstairs in the guest room until I got back to the States, right?"
"If you wouldn't mind." he smirked evilly. "I don't need them to think you are a boyfriend of mine because you couldn't be close to that."
"No, just someone you drag along with you when you need it to look that way, right?" I nodded and he smiled. "Very well and you can do me a favor for me respecting your needs. When you finish dinner, come upstairs and respect my needs. For now, I will go to sleep and you can wake me up when you are ready."
"All right."
