Driver's Ed

By: Trupan

Chapter 2: The Favor

The next day, Trunks requested off from his mother. He explained to her that Gohan came to him with a favor but never really specified exactly what that favor was. Bulma was skeptical at first but agreed nonetheless.

"If this is an excuse to run off with Pan, you're going to find yourself in the computer room, typing all 200 contracts for Capsule Corporation's data bank for a month!" she had threatened him.

Trunks ran out of the house, hoping that whatever it was, it was something reasonable or he would be stuck with a bus load of work and no freedom for a month.

He pulled up on the Son driveway with the car Gohan had requested him to bring. Putting the gear in neutral and pulling the E-brake, Trunks turned the car off and walked to the front door. Before he could knock, the door opened.

Pan jumped into his arms and hugged him tight. Trunks returned the favor eagerly and kissed the top of her head.

"Hey," she said, "what are you doing here?"

Trunks shrugged his shoulder, "I'll let you know when I have a clue."

Gohan came from the kitchen, wearing the same wide grin as yesterday. Trunks was beginning to get a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"Ah, Trunks. Good to see you!" Gohan clapped a hand on the younger man's shoulder and invited him in.

"Likewise, Gohan." Trunks sat in one of the plush chairs and fidgeted with his hands nervously. "Uh, what can I do for you?"

Pan sat down in front of him, staring at her father and boyfriend questioningly.

"Oh you'll find out soon enough. Wait one second; I have to go get something. Make yourself at home Trunks."

Gohan went up stairs, leaving Trunks and Pan in the living room. Trunks' nervousness was multiplying by the second.

"What's wrong?" Pan asked, referring to his abnormal shaking.

Trunks looked at her, fear evident in his eyes.

"I think your father's trying to kill me," he whispered urgently while looking around to make sure he wasn't close enough to hear.

Pan giggled at his antics.

"Don't be silly, Trunks. Why would he do that?"

"Shh! He might hear you!" Trunks clamped a hand over her mouth.

Pan mumbled in his hand until she finally was able to pry his hands off. Her eyes narrowed at him.

"What did you do?"

Trunks recoiled slightly, "Why are you assuming I did something?"

"Because you did," Pan griped.

Damn, she knows me better than I thought. Trunks turned his body away from her, and grimaced slightly at what she might do if he told her what he did.

"Well?" she prodded.

"Chill Pan, I feel like I'm being interrogated!" He hissed.

Pan huffed and crossed her arms, glaring daggers at the man in front of her. "I'm waiting."

Trunks put his hands in front of him in defense as he confessed in one breath, "I accidently let it slip that you weren't a virgin anymore!" He yelped loudly and covered his mouth, realizing he said that a bit louder than needed.

Pan's eyes widened, "Do you want me disowned?!"

"No! Of course not! It just slipped out!" Trunks laughed nervously.

"How does it slip out, Trunk!?" Pan grabbed a pillow and flung it at him in anger.

"He came into the office yesterday and asked me if I could do him a favor. I didn't know what he was talking about and all of a sudden he asks me how much I love you. I thought something happened so I was just getting all these 'what if' ideas in my head. Before I could stop myself I asked if you were uh…" Trunks stopped his explanation. He was getting anxious.

Damn it, she's going to kill me!

"If I was, what?" Pan asked.

Trunks gulped, "If you were uh – pregnant, with my child."

"YOU WHAT?"

"I'm sorry!" He wailed miserably, "And please stop yelling! Gohan's going to hear you!"

"Good!" Pan spat, "I hope he does so he can kill you faster!" Pan spat.

"Some girlfriend you are," Trunks scoffed.

He turned his head to the side once more to get a better view of the stairs but rather than seeing steps, Trunks saw the wooden floors of Pan's house with a complementing a bump on the back of his head.

"Say that one more time and I'll send you to the center of the Earth!" Pan sat back down in the chair and smirked at her accomplishment.

Trunks picked himself up, rubbing his tender nose and wincing every time he touched it the wrong way. A few moments later, Gohan came down with what seemed like a hockey mask in his hand.

"You should've brought that earlier Gohan; it would've saved my nose." Trunks whimpered while shooting a glare at his feisty girlfriend.

"Haha, well this is going to help you with the favor you agreed to do." Gohan lifted the mask and grinned cheekily.

"I agreed?" Trunks asked, blinking confusedly.

"You sure did," Gohan agreed.

"Since when?" Trunks felt the headache from yesterday coming back to him like an evil force addicting him to the dark side of human kind.

"Since the moment I stepped in your office," Gohan explained matter-of-factly.

"But I didn't say anything…"

"Precisely!"

"What?" Scratch the headache, a migraine was hitting him full force. It was probably from the close acquaintance he had with the floor.

I never knew Pan's floor was so withstanding… He thought.

Gohan handed him the helmet, asking him to put it on.

"Does it fit?" He asked.

Trunks struggled to fit his head in, grunting here and there and sometimes producing a small yelp when the cold metal grazed his bump or his nose. Finally, after several seconds of trying, Trunks managed to put it on.

"Ugh, what's this for, anyway?" Trunks tried desperately to scratch his head, but failed.

"It's for the favor!"

"What favor?!" Trunks asked frustrated.

Leading him and Pan to the front door, Gohan turned to him with a Son smile.

"You're going to be teaching Pan how to drive manual!"

"I –what?"

"You see, Pan's been addicted to the Fast and the Furious movies and that car show you two always go to. She's wanted to learn manual for the longest time. I'm always busy and Videl doesn't know how to either, so I actually hired someone to teach her, but it didn't go so well. So I thought, why not ask Trunks to teach her since he's less – uh – breakable." Gohan opened the door.

Trunks' eye twitched at the last part but managed to ignore it. "What happened to the last guy? It can't be that bad. He must have been asking more money than what you offered him."

"Oh no," Gohan shrugged, "he was quite happy with the money. Pan just nearly broke his neck when she crashed into the pole."

Trunks paled considerably, while looking at Pan's smiling face, terrified.

"You mean to tell me I'm going to die in the hands of my own girlfriend!?"

"YUP!"

"Shit…"

"But on the bright side," Gohan chirped, "this helmet should protect your face for at least a fraction of a second."

"How comforting," Trunks snorted.

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