Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ I use the characters to create fan fiction for entertainment purposes only. I receive no monetary compensation for my efforts.
A/N: This is a new idea for me, a set of ongoing series of little blurbs in the life of our favorite Saiyans. All one shots.
MOMENTS: A Series:
What if I told you?
The party was winding down. The hosts had happily made their way upstairs and left the few remaining guests to fend and entertain themselves. As one could imagine coffee was now perking in the intimate kitchen setting.
The laughter was light…..
"Oh my God- I remember that Trunks you looked so pretty dressed like a girl!"
She noticed a small crimson glow spread on his cheeks and laughed a little more.
"It was not all that funny!" Trunks spoke, "My nails didn't even match!" he mocked, sounding much too much like Bra.
"Oh Kami, that's brilliant…" Pan laughed harder. "Ohhhh" sighing, "we had some great times." Pan reminisced over the years.
Trunks set down the freshly brewed coffee-sliding Pan's to her.
Curiously, she looked at the mugs- then another smile sparked…
"I can't believe you guys still have these." Referring to the pink cups, this read: Bad Men Wear Pink!
Trunks eyes only sparkled his smile... allowing the coffee to go down before replying.
"Yeah, well they were too good to throw out. Dad usually ignores them anyhow-
Both remembered the story of the pink shirt incident.
"Too bad, I thought if to be one of Goten's better gifts for Vegeta" she told him.
Trunks only nodded- knowing too well who was ultimately to blame for encouraging Goten's sincere gesture- though a joke- Vegeta trained extra hard the next day with him.
Silenced enveloped the kitchen as both remained quiet, while they sipped their brew.
"Trunks" – "Pan" they both spoke at the same time, then laughed…
"You first," Pan offered knowing he would not accept…
"OK," Trunks agreed and smiled. He only knew it would surprise her- he looked noticing she had a glimmer of laughter in her eyes, indicating the same thought- knowing each other so well –
"Well I know I said it earlier," he began, "but I am glad, no, it's really great to see you again. But, really how are you doing -For Real-" his face earnest in his request.
Pan's smile slipped slightly- she frowned; wondering where to begin and deciding how much to divulge.
Concluding, "It was difficult to deal with everything, James," Pan paused hating to name, "he just couldn't hand things I guess- I mean after all these years I assumed he could- but- you never know how people can break" Pan stopped, noticing the sympathetic look that Trunks was giving her.
All that made tears pool in her eyes, but she held then- understanding better now that she hated how her family and friends reacted to her situation.
After a moment, she shook her head and then continued, "he still call Goku- little Goku but the tension is there. I mean James even suggested that Goten a not he was probably the father!" She had unexpectedly dropped a bomb Trunks knew nothing about.
Trunks had been nodding his head, but suddenly sucked wind.
"What!" he sputtered, hardly able to believe his ears.
"Yeah that the newest accusation- Why should he pay child support: 'The boy hardly looks like me.'" She had deepened her voice to a man's baritone intimidating her ex's voice. Anger in every word.
On instinct Trunks took Pan's hand into his- offering his support…
She smiled a little, and then reminded trunks, "You said for Real."
"Yeah, I know- I just I just hoped it was not so ...difficult."
"Me too, but I don't care- Really- It makes me mad, but I get Goku to myself; oh and Goten even said he would help me raise Goku like his own son. If only it would not seem so fucked up. Goten loves him so much more then his dad it seems. You know Goten and dad were so mad…" she shook her head remembering how badly Gohan and Goten had reacted.
"I can imagine- when did this start?"
"That was the other day, right before I left to come home- here."
"So I guess you are back for good?" he asked.
"I'm back!" she smiled her bright smile revealing the double meaning: I am home and I am going to be me again.
The smiles infectious quality caused Trunks to return the smile.
The both stood – put their cups in the sink and went to another quiet area in the living room.
"Goten's been pretty quiet about your divorce, no I see why."
Pan made no comment knowing how she felt and the anger this had caused not only her, but also her entire family.
Trunks wanted to change the subject he was a little sorry he asked. Then again, he really wanted to know. Due to the fact that had not talked like this since Pan had moved on with her life, marriage and child…
The idea still amazed him that she left- had grown up-
"I cant' believe you were actually married!" he exclaimed.
At that, Pan laughed a good laugh ash she had been doing all night at the party Bulma had had.
"Trunks you told me that before."
"I did when?" he asked not remembering.
"The day of my wedding."
"Oh---" he remembered it then too.
"What I can't believe…" she continued, "that you never married..."
"Yes well too busy you know," he stretched acting bored- then sat down looking nonchalant.
"Oh –brother the ever bachelor," she quipped.
"No, really too busy-plus my favorite girl got snatched away too. I've just drowned my sorrow at work." He confessed.
She looked concerned, ready to give sympathy but not sure if he was being silly –kidding her.
"I can't see how anyone could take away a girl from you" was her conclusion.
"Really." He said in mocked surprise.
"Really, you must have been bad at something or bored her to death or some other annoying thing."
She tuned to look straight at him and then said dead seriously, "You got lots of good qualities; tell me are you bad in bed or something?"
"Pan! That 's not nice" he stormed not mad. Pan had been teasing and he had started it…
"Oh Trunks your too funny- took your best friend form you- that must have busted your ego."
"I told you I was heart broken, been busier ever since" straight faced.
"So who was this elusive girl anyway?" She asked interested in his seriousness.
"Nah- you would not believe me anyhow." Sounding a little disappointed over it.
Pan made no comment- she felt outward to try to sense Trunks feelings; and determined he really seemed sincere.
"I am sorry, I thought you were kidding." She confessed.
He shrugged, "No biggie, we all go through heartbreaks."
"But yeah, you seem okay with it. I mean I can feel that"
He smiled, "One of those things James couldn't grasp?"
"No, he- I, I tried not to read him, not until he left…"
"Dam, I am sorry Pan."
"It okay, I just never wanted to know it- like that, I wanted to just believe in him.
"Uh huh." He understood.
Once again, silence encompassed them
"So," Pan said.
"So," he replied a hint of a smile a thought penetrated his mind. He contemplated if Pan would be receptible to it. Courage came easily to him; however, he never seemed to time things in his personal life correctly. He argued to himself –'come on this is Pan- Dragon Ball hunter,' he mused…
Pan watched him. At ease in the brief silence, she had not forgotten how easily they got on. Even when talking about difficult things, it was comfortable. It was just that her life had led her away form her closets friends and family for some time. Now it was as if she had never left. His smile now had her curious, and she waited fro his reply…
"Pan" he began clearly unsure of how to proceed. She looked at him searching his face for what had caused him the dilemma she now could feel.
Trunks instead reached out and tucked a piece of hair off her cheek behind her ear.
"What if I told you that you were my favorite girl?" he said now waited on bated breath for her reaction.
"I- your favorite? What- what are you saying" confusion flooded in as she tried to come up to speed with what Trunks had just confessed.
He could not speak- his gut wrenched he could not believe that he had just come out and finally said it. Since he had done this, much he let go and went for the open attack. The Saiyan in him very proud.
They sat close enough hat he did not have far to reach for her.
Gently he cupped Pan's face, instinctively she curved to his hand parted her lips in anticipation of his.
The sweet breath of life given to each. Never before had a simple kiss cause such a furor. Stars shinned brighter, songs rang clearer, and then hearts beat harder- souls freed.
Parting neither said much nor reacted. He stood slowly reached down his hand and without comment she took it.
Hand and hand they climbed those stairs- noiselessly they entered his room
Trunks caressed her face and looked longingly into her eyes.
Taking a beep breath, he asked Pan only once, "Love me."
"I do, I always had."
He smiled and wondered how anyone could have ever taken her from him.