Seven Spanish Angels

All in a Day's work

Her mouth was dry when she woke up Pan reached for the bottled water next to her bed, the last remnant of water trickled down her throat. She groaned. Now Pan had to get up and go the fridge in the kitchenette to get some more. Some days she wondered if she should just keep a canteen by her bed instead of a small bottle; being Saiyan and all. She begrudgingly got up as these thoughts flittered in her head.

"Oh, ow!" she exclaimed, noticing she was not alone in her room. "Oh, Whis you gave me a fright, why are you in my room?" she asked trying not to be rude, but she was twitchy.

"I Suppose it was because Bulma was too loud, I had my room, but I am not one for sleeping," Whis explained.

"Oh, Okay… did you want to ask me something then?" Pan was confused but would play the game.

"Since you asked, I hoped you don't mind; I do find being in this room a bit more peaceful. You have a very calming persona when you not awake."

"Ha, as my father would say 'it is because I sleep like a Saiyan,'" Pan repeated the line.

"I suppose it could be that, at least not like a god I know. No, I find it soothing because your dreams are not like everyone else." Then Whis placed his hand on Pan's. It was the second time in less than 24 hours that he touched her. "you have a deep soul, Pan. I don't understand why you would run away from your family when I don't see the reason."

"Did my father put you up to this? Is he still on about me leaving Japan? I swear that man can leave earth, and yet I travel only a few thousand miles and he is such a dad!"

"Fear not Pan; I don't report back to Gohan. I am just curious about you."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I can't see why." Pan curled her lip. This was the most bizarre conversation yet.

"Do you know about the history of this area?' he asked

Pan, under her breath, said, 'talk about changing the subject.'

"Some, most thought the internet, but there is a local bookstore that has a few books written about this part of Arizona. The historical society is also not far from here. Each little town around here has some major history only dating back to the wild west days. And the mining times. "

"Ah, yes, the complete depletion of ores. Is leaves an ugly mark on the earth. Not much different from a battle." The remark felt like a lecture.

"I guess so." Pan was feeling the fatigue.

"I have been here before," Whis informed her, perhaps seeing if she wanted to know more.

Now Pan was thrown again. She wished that she could drink her water and go back to bed.

But Whis was not someone you could push off like that. "When?" She was curious cause Whis never revealed too much about himself.

"Oh, during a time that correlates to the time of the adobes' your building. We came to collect some wayward demi's." Nonplussed.

'Demi what's?" Pan whispered.

"Nephilim. Of course."

"Wait, Nephilim exist?' Incredulously Pan asked. Feeling like she had been stumped by the conversation more than once.

"But of course, they do, I exist, you exist." Whis looked at her with that serene face. And Pan could feel sleepiness overcome her.

"I am going to sleep. Goodnight Whis." As she, she fell off with no other thought in her head.

The next morning Pan awoke, feeling the pains of the night before. It was not the drink but the late-night company which had her brain in a fog. For some reason, she believed that her visitor had done something to make her fall asleep. She looked at her phone by the bed in noticed the time. She had fifteen minutes before she would usually leave to go the Ranch. Hurriedly she tossed her blankets off her. 'Damn now I am going to have to eat in the truck.' She complained aloud.

Pan threw on her clothes laced her boots and rushed to the bathroom to brush her teeth. She looked at herself and cringed. Pan reached for the brush to try and tame her hair and ended up twisting it into a sloppy bun. She grabbed her gear, and hat, then noticed her sunglasses on the side table. Her hands were full. She dropped her stuff put on the glasses grabbed her stuff again and then looked at the door. She dumped her stuff again, opened the door grabbed her stuff up again and then walked out into the brilliant sunlight. Luckily the door opened outward. She used her foot to close the door and was satisfied with the click. Then wondered how Whis had gotten into her room last night. Then she cringed for she could not bang her head out of stupidity. Her hands were full. Her Hummer was not far from her door, and she dropped her stuff again in front of the dust-covered vehicle. She reached into her pocket to grab her key fob.

"Here let me help you."

Smooth hands took the fob and opened the door. Pan froze. It was all she needed. A helping hand. And that voice, she dared not look over her shoulder to verify what her senses, heart, ears, and body knew. The door to the truck opened, and she jumped up into the seat. Meanwhile, the helper loaded her stuff into the back of the hummer. She noticed he added another cooler to it. Her heart beat rapidly. Bulma should have warned her.

"Mind if I grab a lift from you?" he asked. His voice a smooth as glass.

"Sure"

He jumped into the passenger side. Pan did not even want to ask why.

Adjusting the vents to cool her burning skin, she blasted the air conditioner. Except the air was not hot yet. It still was nippy outside. The night chill had not been burned off by the blazing sun. But Pan needed something to cool her cheeks.

She pulled out of the parking lot, noting that there were no other hummers. She was running late. But instead of pulling into the road and head toward the Ranch she went directly across the highway to the convenience store gas station.

"I haven't had breakfast." She replied. Leaving the truck running she jumped out and ran inside to grab whatever she could find.

Thankfully, there were apples, bananas, and donuts. Everything a girl needs to survive. She grabbed a few of each and then went to get a large coffee, something she doubted she needed but it was her comfort. She had become a coffee drinker.

Hands full again and annoyed, her helper jumped out of the truck to open her door for her again. Pan sighed. Visibly perturbed at herself. She jumped into the truck placing the food on the middle consul; and her coffee in its cup holder.

The drive would take a while, and Pan doubted she could be with him that long without incident. The man next to her would expect something. She took the notion and looked over at him. He was dressed similarly to her, that made her frown. 'Great.' She thought, him in a wife beater with a blue dungaree shirt, Levi jeans, and timberlands; she hated to see the hat and the kerchief around his neck. He would fit in except for the lavender hair. Thank goodness, he had on sunglasses. Those blue eyes would ruin it all.

Pan was driving along the unpaved road, which the Hummer glided on. The rough terrain was easy on the big truck. The silence around them so far was putting her on edge; she couldn't think of any words to say to the man next to her. She pulled over a few miles short of their destination and parked the truck. She tried to settle her anxiety, but nothing worked. Giving up all pretense, forgoing any words, she unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed over the consul, never mind the coffee cup she skimmed over. She straddled the man next to her, her face so close to his. Automatically, his arms wrapped around her waist pinning Pan closer to him still. Lips crashed in a violent kiss. His hat tossed to the dash; she leaned in to bite his ear. He tried to pull her shirt off from her body, but he was captured between his seat and her thighs. He had not expected the assault this far from the hotel, Pan's timing was as eclectic as the girl herself.

He maneuvered enough to have her cami shirt pulled up over her bra, and one cup pulled to the side exposing one breast and a pert nipple. Her moan of satisfaction brought some semblance of rationale. "Fuck Pan, either let me up and jump in the back, or drive back."

But though he wished to fulfill the need arising inside, Pan crushed his cheeks together with one hand,

"where the hell have you been?"

"I told you I would get here when I could." He said though he could barely talk with her holding his face so tightly.

Pan jumped off him and scooted to the back of the truck; all the seats were in the down position. She pulled off her boots and kicked them to where the two coolers nestled. Her jeans were next. He took his time. He unbuckled his seatbelt, then pulled off one boot with his foot, then used his right foot to pull off the left boot. From the front seat he undid his jeans a got them off they meshed to the floorboard. Pan was eager for him as he was for her. However, Trunks was so to act on purpose.

Climbing over the consul, he tried not to nudge her cup. That coffee was going to be cold.

Pan pulled him down and went right to his boxers, and then she laughed to herself. He sprung from his undergarments, and she wasted no time in taking him into her mouth. His hands automatically brushed through her hair snagging the bun. But Pan was quick to pull off. She moved up his torso, kissing him once then straddled him again. The hummer had just enough height, and she leaned forward, his cock found her opening, and with no hands guiding, she slid down him, with sudden impact and engulfed warmth, they moaned in harmony. Pan could touch the roof and as leverage, use the confined space, to give the man a ride of his life. His large hands gripped her waist and rocked her hips as she posted a steady rhythm. The feeling of having Trunks inside her gave her a complete feeling. And somehow, no matter the differences between them, that him under her was just perfect. She let go of the roof to put her hands on his chest and rocked forward, hitting that spot that drove her over the edge. " Fuck" they both said.

Then he asked " Pan you like that?" he questioned knowing the answer.

"Oh god, that yes!"

He smiled despite himself; he loved it when she would just let go of all inhibition.

She might have orgasmed once, but he was building up. Pan would go until fully exhausted. She was never one for a quick tumble. It was all or nothing with her; then he realized it was her in every aspect of life. Which was why he had taken some time to get there. He had chased her across the earth. He planned to give Pan everything to its full extent; he doubted she would believe him though.

He began to sweat as Pan rode him, frustrating built inside and he needed to change positions to fulfill his need now that she little Demi had reached a climax twice.

Using a little more force than necessary, he managed to turn her under him. Her slick entrance welcomed him, and he began to power up to bulk up. A little trick he never got to use on anyone but his little Saiyan. Filling Pan, even more, her whimper moved him. Literally, her pleasure was music to his senses. Then Pan slipped a little dirty phrase to him. "Yes, daddy fuck me." Trunks hadn't roleplayed with her in quite a while, and when she made that voice, the memories shook him. She was playing a game, and he was not interested in addressing the why of it. He just plunged deeper with more fierceness. "uh Trunks!'

"That's right sweetie," Trunks pace increasing; he was getting closer. "Your daddy is not here now." He said tongue in cheek.

"But you like it when I call you daddy!" she panted out reminded him that he once had. But there were too many things to unpack in his head before he would indulge her in their little game. Right now, he only wanted to cum.

To shut her up he kissed her. A sloppy and wet kiss, sweat beaded on his upper lip. The sun was beating up the top of the hummer, and the A/C was not blowing as cool while idling. But that contact, that intimacy of kissing Pan made his orgasm come faster and easier. He pushed deep inside releasing his seed. The satisfied smirk on her face was unmistakable. She loved when he finished. It was a relief and a challenge. As though she beat him in some game they were playing. He kissed her once more, taking the smile away. He knew they were not a game, but she would always challenge him in this way.

Peeling himself off of her he looked at the clock on the dashboard; "I think we are late." He commented easily without the panic he knew would erupt inside Pan's head.

"Shit" she complained though was not hurrying like she normally would when presented with her tardiness. Trunks looked around the back of the truck and found his boxers. They were on top the cooler. He grabbed them and jumped up to the passenger seat, pulling them up he began to gather his jeans and redress. He would have to adjust himself when he got out of the truck. Pan gathered her panties and jeans from the back. She took her time relishing in the romp they had just shared. She jumped back into the driver's seat, forgoing her boots. Her hair was half in a bun and half out. She looked into the rearview mirror, snapped the band and redid the sloppy bun. She found her hat and Trunks on the dash and tossed his to him. Her sunglasses were missing again.

They got to the Ranch quicker then he imagined. But Pan had pushed the hummer taking risks with the engineering of the vehicle. Grumbling about having a bike or plane. He laughed. He too preferred a faster method of transportation, but the Hummer was innocuous in the area if that was possible. Pan stopped the truck and opened her door. She found her socks put them on straight and replaced her boots before jumping out of the truck. Near the gas pedal were her sunglasses. She thanked Dende that they were unscathed. Trunks took his time to adjust himself, feeling the stickiness of their lovemaking. But relishing in the feeling too. He re-tied the kerchief around his neck and made sure his hair was pushed back and pulled the hat forward on his head. Pan looked through the truck and smirked again at him. "I am going to have to kiss that smirk off your face." He explained then looked down shaking his head. "go to work Trunks, I'm sure you're here for more reasons then annoying me today."

She turned off the truck and then slammed her side of the door. But she only stepped to back to the tailgate to get her canteen.

He met her there, grabbing his water. " yes I have work to do too, but it is not the only reason why I'm here."

"Do tell." She smiled now, but he couldn't read her eyes to see what she was feeling.

"I think we are out of time for now but I will tonight." He sighed.

She only shrugged and turned toward ancient adobe house she was finishing up.

Trunks closed up the truck tailgate and looked around.

"Yoohoo, Trunks over here!" and the sound of that voice put a smile automatically on his face. He did need to see where it had come; he knew exactly where to look and to pivot. But he yelled anyway, "Hello mother!"

"We are interested in taking over the entire area. As long as the original site of the town is well preserved. Would they mind if we reopened the town for people to come visit? It won't be a tourist site, but free to visit the historic sites?" Bulma had a look when she explained herself.

Trunks had been quite the entirety of the time. This was his mother's deal. His reasons were beyond the Santa Cruz mountains.

But he was inadvertently drawn back into the negotiations.

"What is your reasoning Mr. Briefs. Your mother has explained that you would be staying on during the completion of the restoration of the town."

Trunks looked at the property manager that represented the private owner. They did not always deal with third parties, but this case was unusual and in America.

Trunks slowly smiled, and then skimmed back to see where Pan was working. Without looking back at the Man he spoke, "you see that young woman over there?" Trunks nudged his chin. "Well while I have other interests in the area, this place here is her new pet project. She loves the work, and I just can't stand to be too far from her."

Trunks turned back to the man, and he had a knowing smile. "Is she your wife?" he asked.

Bulma laughed a little but shook her head.

"No, not yet. Soon maybe" Then Trunks laughed, but then he got very serious. "She is a very serious anthropologist student. She is the daughter of very important people in my country, even the world."

"Do I know of her family?" he asked of Trunks.

"Maybe, have you heard of Satan Hercules?" Trunks questioned. Bulma turned away from them. Trunks was working an angle. She didn't want to laugh again.

"Of course! Who hasn't heard of the World Champion, Saviour of our very planet."

"Well that young lady is his only granddaughter, and she wishes to save the world in her way. And she wants to start here. How could I not want to do all I can to give her and the people of Arizona a piece of their history back."

"Mr. Briefs, you a very much a man in love." The property manager remarked.

Bulma looked at her son, she knew his lopsided grin, it was not from her nor her husband. This was all Trunks.

"is it a deal?" Trunks asked not giving an answer.

"Who am I to stand in the way of all you wish to give?"

They both laughed and shook hands.

Trunks turned to his mother, and whispered, "I trust you can finish this without my help?"

"Of course son." She smiled up at her beautiful child.

Trunks and Bulma and the property manager walked back to where the trucks were all parked. The sun was getting hotter and the work day for them out in the heat was coming to a close. Trunks helped his mother up into the truck of the property manager. She would be riding back into town with him, hopefully finishing the business of the purchase of Salero Ranch. But before she left, she asked her son, "have you finished your business at home?" Trunks questioned her with a look. Bulma tried again, "Is your divorce final?" clarifying her point.

Trunks tapped his mother on her nose, "I told you I would be here when I was finished."

Satisfied and giving thanks to the gods. Her son had not just been feeding them bullshit.

Jose wondered over to where Pan was washing her hands. "hermanita, you were very late today? Are you going to dance with me tonight?"

"Jose, leave Pan alone, didn't you see that her man is here tonight?"

"What, no what man?" he exclaimed so excitedly now.

" You saw him that yummy tall man with those blue eyes." Julian crooned.

Pan could only laugh at the play. Julian hadn't even seen Trunks eyes, but she did know all about Trunks Briefs.

Aidan stopped next to the three, and he couldn't help but continue the joking, "Mm him, that is one delicious man."

"Oh but Aidan I thought you were smitten with Whis last night?"

"Darling I can always look. And that is worth looking at."

Pan could feel a blush, but her face was hot, to begin with, no one noticed the red.

"But Pan, I still want a dance tonight. There is no singing though. Too bad cause you sing so lovely." Jose added.

Julian just swapped her brother's arm again.

Trunks could not help but hear the interplay between Pan and her companions, but since he had not met them, he would play the human greeting game.

"You all ready to head back?" he asked politely when he arrived at the group.

"Yes just packing up, Trunks I would like you to meet, Aidan, Julian, and her brother Jose." Pan introduced them quickly.

"Her brother Jose, you wound me Hemanita." Jose challenged.

"Aye, Jose stop it" Julian wanted.

"Trunks are you and Pan going to come to the Saloon tonight? They have line dancing, sadly no karaoke." Julian asked for her brother's sake.

"That sounds like a plan, Pan? You are you game?" politely.

"No singing." Pan agreed but left her decision based on the that.

Thr group dispersed, everyone hiked to their vehicle and climbed in. The siblings jumped in their Hummer, and Jose began his regular, jovial rumblings on the CB. Aidan got in his and waited for another member of their team to join him. They did try to carpool. Pan was walking toward her truck when Trunks asked, "Pan you want me to drive?"

She looked back at him incredulously. "I just thought that I didn't do much but walk around today that you might relax?" he smiled.

Pan only shrugged her shoulders. Leave to him anyway. He would annoy her until she relinquished.

At the tailgate, she poured the rest of her canteen over her face, then took a rage from out of her pocket and swiped the excess water off her face. Trunks followed suit but drank his water instead. Then he grabbed Pan around her waist. They were hidden from anyone left the parking area. He kissed Pan, deeply, savoring the salty flavor of her lips. After a few minutes they pulled apart, Pan handed Trunks her key fob, and as she turned to go to the passenger side, he slapped her ass. That only prompted a laugh from Pan.

He drove the way he did everything. Hard and fast. Thankfully, the others had had a head start from the Ranch. He reached the group as they were all turning out into the highway and headed to their destinations. Jose and Julian were heading home to shower and change. Aidan and Maria turned north. They were not heading back to the hotel, Maria needed to go into town. Pan and Trunks followed some of the other trucks heading back to the inn. When they pulled in Trunks could not feel his mothers' Ki. And was grateful for some downtime with Pan. Jumping out of the hummer she went to the back and opened the tailgate. Grabbing her gear and canteen, she lugged the stuff up to her door. Trunks holding the keys easily maneuvered to it and opened it for her. He stepped in beside her and was grateful for the blast of cold air. He dropped his canteen and began to take off his clothes. Pan was doing the same thing. Neither had much to say. They both made way into the bathroom. Stepping into the shower, he blasted them with cold water, it was a shock, but the hot water took a moment to kick in. But when it did the water stung them, the dust from the day running down, it was a pleasure just to feel the grim running off. Pan reached behind Trunks and grabbed a bottle of body wash. It was not his expensive one from Japan, but one she had picked up a the Safeway, cheap and easy.

"I hate admitting it, but I missed you," Pan said giving voice.

"why do you hate to admit that?" he asked

"I didn't want you to think that I can't live without you."

"It's not that I can live without you."

Pan slapped his chest, making bubbles splash. "Don't say that." She admonished

"Why not Pan? I'm here aren't I?" he really couldn't understand her reasoning.

"Yeah, but not just for me, I knew you would be here for the company."

"Pan, look at me."

She dared to look into the blue eyes.

"The company is here because I am here. And I am here because you are."

"But you mother had already started the internship and purchase of the Ranch." Pan reminded him. Not giving him an inch to argue.

He shook his head. He could not indulge Pan in everything that would give too much of himself away. There were other reasons why Pan would have chosen Arizona. Bulma had suggested it. But the real reason was 3 hours from the Ranch they had just purchased.

So he just said, "can't you just accept that fact that I am here to be with you." It exasperated him. They would talk it out. In the right time.

Pan just wouldn't look back at him. But her small hands kept rubbing his pecks and making soap trails.

He wouldn't get any more conversation about it in the shower. He was thankful for that. He had no intention of being so serious right then.

"here," he said turning her around and he grabbed the shampoo form the towel rack. He poured more than enough into his hand he rubbed some down her long hair and then added some to his. He spiked up his har with the shampoo and then went back to scrubbing her hair. With her back to him, he did not have to look at her biting her lip. Hopefully, should wold relax into his ministrations.

When he felt, that the cold wash no more dust out he turned her back wound so that she could rinse her hair out. He then washed his hair. She scooted behind him as he rinsed off. She missed his huge shower back in Japan. It had had two shower heads and could fit three of these showers inside it. But she loved the fact that they stood so close to one another. As Trunks washed his hair, Pan had added conditioner to her hair. She could not brush it if she hadn't. Then while her she waited those three minutes for it to do its miracle work, Pan reached back up to the towel rack that held all of her toiletries, she grabbed the face wash. Trunks just used the body wash to clean himself off.

Finally, all rinsed off, Pan grabbed the shower head, grateful that it detached from the wall. It was long enough to help her clean all of her other parts. Using her the soap, she cleaned between her legs, but Trunks took an opportunity to rub more body wash over her butt cheeks and slid his hand between them. She felt so completely handled when he did such things. Trunks did not miss the opportunity to initiate what happened next. He used the shower head to remove all of the soap, but his hands had done much of the cleaning themselves. He set the shower head back into this holder and turned off the water. Opening the door, he grabbed a large towel and handed it to Pan. He took one and dried his hair quickly, then tied it around his waist.

Pan grabbed another towel and tied her fair up in it. They both left the tiny bathroom and walked over to the bed. Trunks found a remote and turned on the TV. He upped the volume and tossed the controller back to the nightstand. Pan was still in the bathroom area, she rubbed moisturizer on her face and unwrapped her hair. She took her brush and tried to run it through the wet mess. Satisfied she braided it length and tied the end with a random band on the counter. Finally, she reached the bed. It was nice to have the staff make her bed every day. She never got up to do it.

"they usually get to the Wheel Wagon around 8."

Trunks spied the clock on the nightstand and was satisfied. They had three hours before they were expected for dinner.

Trunks grabbed at Pan's towel and dragged her to him. It dropped to the floor, and he kissed Pan. As they rolled from her on top to him on top, he asked her, "So what were you trying to say today little girl?"

Pan giggled. "I said yes fuck me, daddy."

"Hmm, that's what I thought you said." Trunks took his time and kissed Pan from her lips down her body, never meandering from the center line. She tightened up. The sensation was a bit sensitive for it tickled a bit. But all too soon he had found her flower and delved with his tongue into its lovely folds, and Pan opened her legs wider as the sensation had no tickling effect on her. He added his fingers to massage her opening and licked her clit. It was exquisite. He certainly was good at making her feel so damn good.

Grabbing at his lavender locks, she pulled his hair and moaned her absolute pleasure.

'So close' he thought.

"Ah, uh, yes, yes…"

Trunks cock twitched when she came, her juices flowed and her temperament at ease.

"Pan, you taste so sweet."

Her cheeks did become even pinker. He loved how she blushed. He kissed her now, sharing her essence with her. In another moment he slid easily inside of her, filling her with his hardness.

He would take his time for a moment then slam deeply inside her. She needed to know that she belonged to him. As though to brand her with himself.

Holding him as much as she could, Trunks pushed up and relentlessly, pushed forward, Pan could only hold on as he created a frantic rhythm that she couldn't compete with. He filled her, and then he began that power up, that change his body even more. Pan used her own energy to stay with Trunks, but let to work up to him. He created the pace, and she knew from before that he wanted and needed her to feel all of him, and she needed and wanted to feel well fucked. He had been the only one that could do this for her. She was had been the only one that could be this for him. Pan hoped it was more and Trunks hoped that she wanted more.

"Trunks" she struggled out.

"Yes Pan," he panted.

"I wanna turn over."

"As you wish baby."

Pan felt the pressure leave her legs, and they were like lead as she turned over to her stomach. She was on her knees and hands, Trunks had a hard time not smacking her perfect ass, but he didn't want to indulge in that too much tonight. Instead, he rubbed his hand over her smooth ass, and slid in behind her, filling her even more so.

"Do you want it hard?" he asked.

Pan thought about how courteous he sounded. "Go fast like you do to make me cum."

He obliged, he always hit the front of her cervix, and that was thee spot for her instant orgasm.

Her cries of pleasure nearly caused him t release inside, but he controlled it.

Pan had fallen into the pillows after she came, and he turned her over to face him again. "I love when you cum." He smiled, his lips on hers.

Slowly now, laying side by side, he wrapped her left leg around his hip. He pulled her body close in and filled Pans again, but now face to face, he slowly rocked his hips and began kissing Pan. It was this slow pace that could really give him a strong orgasm. He was close now, and he couldn't stop or lose the buildup. His heart was pounding quickly, and her body was quivering.

Calling her name as he jerked inside of her wet opening, his body shuddered with the power of the orgasm. He moved in his pleasure but sounded almost wounded. Pan squeezed him to her, not fearing an injury but needed to be as close to him as she could. It was orgasmic for her as well when he came like that. It was a completion of their physical need for another, it was like a pull she never experienced with any other before.

Trunks buried his head into her shoulder and sighed. He felt great, but a little too relaxed. He would fall asleep in a moment if he didn't set the alarm. "shit, where is my phone?" he asked no one

And Pan laughed. "I don't know is it in your pants?"

Trunks looked around till he spied his jeans crumbled on the floor. He jumped up and checked a pocket. There he set the alarm. "Okay so now we have two hours from they expect us for dinner."

She rolled her eyes and didn't complain. He pulled her up to him on the bed, and they relaxed. Pan fit into him he wrapped her in his arms. And snuggled down, the TV was still playing whatever it was he had put on.

But it was twenty minutes later when someone knocked at the door, "Pan are you in there it's me!"

Pan named and shook her head. She got up slipping form Trunks held and went to the door. The voice was familiar. A quick Ki scan and Pan was not happy. She opened the door not really caring what he thought, " Dad, what are you doing here?" she exclaimed loud enough to wake Trunks.

"Bulma didn't tell you?" asked Gohan.