Recap summary: ." It's because you're married...isn't it?"\ \ Trunks reached out and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her to his chest. He didn't care what it'd cost him, he just knew he had to have her. He couldn't lose her. Giving in to his desires, Trunks blurted." I'm not married!" Yuu looked up into his pleading blue eyes." My sister... I forgot she was visiting." Trunks grinned, letting the lie slide from his tongue." I forgot all about her, I'm sorry." \ \ "Pan." "Hm?" Pan raised her eyebrows. Trunks smiled." I'm sorry." "For what?" \ \ In the hallway, Trunks paused to gaze at their wedding picture, remembering the day that changed his life four months earlier... \ \

Divorce Me Not

1.2

by: 1-800-Great-Saiyaman

4 months earlier...

Pan stood outside the train station, away from the cluster of people who hugged, cried, and laughed as they reunited with loved ones they hadn't seen in a long time. She smiled, making up backstories for the people. The man in the business suit was away on business and is meeting his newborn baby for the first time. That family over there are greeting their daughter who'd been away at college and has come home for summer break. That old man just lost his wife of eighty years and has come to live with his great grandson's family...

Then, she saw him.

Trunks lifted his sunglasses to the top of his head, which acted as a headband by pulling back his shoulder-length bangs. His blue eyes searched the crowd of people, growing worried as he did not find the people he was hoping to see. Lifting the blue suitcase beside him, Trunks disembarked the train and jumped to the ground without the assistance of the stool. Pan crossed her arms, forcing back the desire to shove through the crowd of people and throw her arms around Trunks' neck squealing," Welcome home!"

"Be cool Pan," She reminded herself. She couldn't keep up her indifference as Trunks finally reached her and dropped his suitcase, stretching his arms for a hug. She couldn't resist. Uncrossing her arms, Pan tackled into Trunks, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and squealing delightfully.

Trunks hugged Pan tightly in return, her legs dangling in the air as he twirled in a circle with her in his arms.

"What time will Trunks and Pan be here again?" Gohan asked, setting a bag of groceries on the table for his Mother and wife to cook.

Bulma uninterestedly flipped through the pages of the cookbook Chichi layed out on the table. "I told Pan to keep him busy for two hours. Relax Gohan, we have plenty of time to bake a cake, cook dinner, and decorate the house."

"WE?" Chichi repeated, her scowl deepening as she wiped her cake battered hands on her white apron." Don't you mean I have plenty of time to bake, cook and decorate the house?" Gohan winced, overhearing Videl pop one of the balloons she was airing upstairs.

"Videl is helping you, Mom." Gohan reminded her.

Chichi held up her hand." Shut up Gohan. This doesn't concern you."

"This is my house." Gohan whispered to himself, not daring to backsass his mother.

"Are you saying I haven't done anything to contribute to my son's Welcome Back party?" Bulma shouted.

"That's exactly what I'm saying."

How are they even friends? Gohan wondered, noticing his Dad cross his arms in the other room. Bulma and Chichi paused, sensing Goku move too. The three of them stared quietly at Goku and Vegeta, wondering why they were leaning against the wall across from each other, their eyes shining as if sharing a personal joke.

Trunks eyed Pan's body from head to toe, starting with her pony tail and trailing down her neon yellow tank, denim shorts with shredded ends, knee-high red & white spotted socks and ending with a scowl at the greek-styled open toe sandals with two inch heels.

"Why did my Mom send a welcome home clown instead of coming to greet me herself?" Trunks teased.

Pan reached out and tugged on his hair." I think she knew you'd come back with a hippy haircut. Maybe you should get it chopped before Vegeta sees it."

Trunks snorted." My hair is purple. Dad wouldn't care if I wore it in pig tails."

" Look on the bright side... at least you don't have blue hair like Bulma." She smiled and nudged him in the ribs." Are you ready to spend two hours with your BFF?"

"Two hours?"

"You bet. Two whole hours. Just you and me. Doing whatever you want for exactly two hours, not a minute less and not a minute more, because I want to hang out with you since we're best friends and we haven't seen each other since spring, not because someone is making me. Really." Pan smiled wide enough for Trunks to see both rows of teeth.

Trunks stared at Pan for a long time, then groaned." They're throwing a party for me, aren't they?"

Dammit! How did he know? Pan aggressively shook her head." No! Don't be silly. Of course not!"

Trunks licked his lips and rubbed his hands together before grabbing a chunk of Yakiniku with his chopsticks from the grill at the center of the table.

"I'm sorry Trunks. I had planned on cooking you a roast if someone had done her part and stalled you for two hours." Bulma said, shooting a mean glare at Pan.

Pan kept her head down as she chewed her food. Chichi snorted and whispered loudly," You mean the roast I was going to cook."

Trunks laughed." Don't blame Pan, it's not her fault she's a simpleton."

"You're the freak who can read minds."

"No. I'm the freak who can read faces." Trunks corrected. Pan moved her jaw, mocking his words.

"Wow, the two of you sure get along well." Goku commented, speaking for the first time today. Trunks and Pan raised a skeptical eyebrow at each other. Goku chuckled lightly.

"I guess so." Pan said, dipping her meat chunk in the soy sauce.

Trunks shrugged,busily focusing his attention on eating more meat.

Gohan cleared his throat," So Trunks, how was the tour? Did you learn any new techniques?"

"Just bedroom techniques." Pan mumbled, lowering her head to avoid Videl, Chichi and Bulma's glare.

"A few." Trunks smiled, winking a Pan. He turned his attention to Gohan," I learned how to use the butterfly knife and to meditate. That's about it. I mainly focused on teaching villagers basic martial arts and sword fighting. I may have also defeated a bad guy or two." Trunks shrugged." You know, the usual."

"Ohh, my son knows how to use a butterfly knife, I'm so proud." Vegeta said sarcastically, rolling his eyes." If you're finished talking about butterflies... Kakarot would love to tell you all something. Isn't that right, Kakarot?"

Goku smiled guiltily. "Vegeta, I don't think now is the right time."

"It is the perfect time."

" What is it Dad?" Gohan asked, curious to hear the secret he and Vegeta had been keeping all day.

"You can tell us anything." Videl added, resting her hand on Goku's shoulder for encouragement.

"That's right Grandpa. You don't have to be afraid to talk to us, we're family."

"If it's a complaint about the food- - talk to Chichi."

Chichi glared across the table at Bulma.

"Well... alright." Goku turned his head to the end of the table where Trunks and Pan sat. " This isn't easy for me to say, but I lost at a game of Jenga to Vegeta. He won, believe it or not."

"I'm sorry to hear that Goku," Trunks began, slowly." But there's always next time?"

Goku shook his head." I'm sorry Trunks, but there isn't going to be a next time. I gave Vegeta my word."

"You're not making sense Grandpa."

"Pan... you're the prize."

"What!"

"Vegeta you have ten seconds to explain yourself!" Bulma growled.

"I didn't win her for me woman! I won her for Trunks!" Vegeta shouted back, throwing back his head as he laughed." Congratulations boy! You now have a wife."

"I can't believe you Dad!" Gohan shouted, inwardly cheering his wife on as she tightened her grip on Goku's shoulder, trying to crush through to the bone.

Trunks punched the table.

The room fell silent.

"I refuse."

Vegeta smirked." You can't refuse me boy."

"I just did." Trunks threw his chopsticks on his plate and left the table.

"Wait." Pan squeaked.

Trunks stopped at the doorway, even in his anger he didn't have the strength to ignore Pan. He cursed himself. Even when they were children, he couldn't refuse any of her requests. When she asked him to wear a dress, he did it. When she asked him to tutor her with her homework at the expense of him missing his date, he did it. If she were to ask him to marry her, he would do that too, no matter how much he didn't want to. For the first time in his life, he requested Pan to do something for him.

"Please don't ask me to marry you."