Authors Note: Hey! Back with another update for you, I guess NTL should have come first but to be honest the inspiration for this came easier, but don't worry I WILL be updating NTL very very soon, don't mean to keep you waiting to long. Bear in mind though I'm very sick at the moment, I have the mother of all colds and to put it quite bluntly I feel like a big heap of shit right now lol.
But all the same I spent my resting time typing this up for you so, please enjoy.
P.S Incase I haven't mentioned before in this fic. Trunks is 35, Pan is 22.
Caught Up
Chapter Three; Inebriated
"Pan where's my?-"
A little yelp followed by an annoyed grunt. "-Mascara?" Bra finished dumbly, biting down hard onto her lower lip as she fought back the bite of laughter that threatened to rise up and spill from her lips. With a forced calmness that scared Bra witless, Pan screwed the top back onto the tube of liquid eyeliner and placed it down softly onto Bra's vanity table before turning full circle in her seat to face her friend.
It was just to much. With watery eye's Bra's mouth flew open and bursts of laughter flooded out. "Oh…Pan..that's..oh.."
Pan glared at her best friend who was clutching her stomach tightly and pointing at Pan while she laughed.
"Did it ever occur to you that sneaking up on somebody like that could bear very bad results?" Her eye's were narrowed, but she had raised one thin, questioning eyebrow. An eyebrow that was now streaked messily with deep purple.
Deep purple eyeliner that Pan had been meticulously trying to apply perfectly for the last fifteen minutes. While her left lid was beautifully curved, her right had a huge smudged blob which ran into her eyebrow.
"Do you know how long it took me to do this? Arghh are you trying to make me blind myself?!" She threw her hands into the air in defeat and turned back to the mirror to survey the damage a second time.
Bra's face softened into a thoughtful smile and she leaned into Pan and eyed her through the mirror. "Ah come on Panny it's not that bad, I'll help you fix it." She offered taking the small tube of eyeliner from the table. Pan sighed and allowed herself to be turned round to face Bra. "Pass me those wet wipes."
Bra plucked one from the packet and began gently clearing away the mess from Pan's right eye, the look of amusement never left her face as she did so. "I thought you'd be ready by now anyway," Bra said as she began reapplying Pan's make-up with a steady hand.
Pan scoffed and made a move to turn her face away, Bra grasped her chin harshly and pulled it back.
"Pan don't move or I'll have to start over!" She scolded. Pan stuck her tongue out and sat still in her seat.
"I still don't see why we have to go on this stupid hen night anyway? Is it really worth it just to prove a point?"
Bra's hand stilled for a second and she narrowed her eye's at Pan. "Your kidding right? My bonehead brother is going to be gallivanting around bars with my fiancé tonight and I'm supposed to sit back and play the model wife? I don't think so Pan, if he can enjoy his last night then so can I," She explained in vehemence.
"Your not married yet Bra," Pan offered, highly amused.
"Emphasise yet Pan," She pointed a perfectly manicured nail at her. "But come tomorrow I will be Mr's Goten Son, come hell or high water," She finished in determination. Pan laughed lightly.
"I don't doubt that for a second Bra. But seriously, you didn't even want a hen night."
Bra shrugged. "I guess the idea grew on me, besides, when was the last time we had a good time? Seems like forever to me. I miss it."
It was true. There quality time together was few and far between. With Pan throwing herself into her work and Bra spending so much time with Goten there want for the party life seemed to have subsided.
Thinking back, the last time they'd really let their hair down was at Capsule Corp some years back, not a night out on the town, but a party all the same. An innocent 'Movie night' turned bad. That of course had been the start of the whole Trunks/Pan Love/Hate thing. Pan cringed thinking back on that night. She had gone over to Bra's house for a quiet night in, to which Bra viewed for all intents and purposes as an opportunity to get wasted with the boys and have some fun.
Fun being the inoperative word for Pan.
She'd never drank in her life before that night, and she didn't care at all for the effect alcohol seemed to have on her, or rather the effect it had on her and Trunks, towards each other. She'd always thought he was handsome, in his own little way, but as soon as she slipped the beer goggles on he turned into some sort of an Adonis.
She hadn't been able to peel her eye's away from his entrancing stare, hadn't been able to fix her thoughts upon anything other than how good he would look naked, his body slick with sweat, entangled in a mess of sheets with her in bed. And then the kiss..that mind blowing, body numbing, earth shattering kiss. She never knew anybody's lips could feel that good pressed against hers, his had.
But of course, alcohol wore off, realisation hit and Pan found herself racking her brains as to why the hell she had done such a stupid thing. It was Trunks! Surrogate uncle, almost family member..Trunks! Needless to say her mouth had worked itself stupid spouting out profanity's at herself for how stupid she was.
How stupid she was to have drank, that was. Because Pan Son would never actually look at Trunks Brief's that way without being under the influence, would she?
"There you go, all done!" Bra smiled twirling Pan back round on her seat to look in the mirror. She had actually done a better job than Pan herself, for obvious reasons of course, Bra had a much steadier hand for fiddly objects, and a damn sight more patience to.
"Looks great Bra, thanks."
Well Pan. You look hot, you smell good and your well overdue some fun, why not enjoy yourself. And with that thought a wide grin had set itself upon her face.
XXX
Leaving two top buttons on his shirt un-done Trunks looked himself over in the mirror and smirked. He was more than ready for the night ahead. He'd actually been looking forward to it for weeks now, and his talk with Pan the other day at dinner had only served to increase his excitement for the night ahead.
For Trunks, being the persistent soul he was had done a little research. With a little help from Marron, who was sometimes as transparent as a thin sheet of glass, he had cottoned on to the girls whereabouts for Bra's hen night. It hadn't taken much really just a simple slip of the tongue and Marron had revealed all. And he'd overheard every word. Of course she'd tried to deny it, tried to pretend she was throwing him off, but Trunks knew better.
He also knew that, for fear of receiving a massive ear bashing from Pan, Marron would not be telling her she'd bodged up.
So here he was, all ready and dressed to impress, his mind racing over thoughts he hoped would come true tonight. Whether Pan wanted to freely admit it, he knew there was something there, regardless of whether or not she was drunk. Wasn't it always said that people always voiced their true feeling when under the influence anyway?
He didn't know for sure, but he was determined to prove to Pan that there was something there.
"Hey hey! Someone looks sharp!" Goten gave a low whistle and slapped his friend lightly on the shoulder. Trunks rolled his eye's and sprayed some cologne onto his neck and chest. Jean Paul Gaultier, Pan's favourite smell. "You hoping for some action tonight Trunksy?"
"Maybe so, maybe not, who knows?" His lips curled into a mischievous smirk and a cheeky glint set itself within his blue eye's.
Goten knew that look all to well. Trunks was definitely going fishing tonight. "Well it's comforting to know your not going to be drooling over my niece tonight," He chuckled.
A grunt of agreement sounded from the doorway and Trunks wheeled round to face Gohan who stood leant against the doorframe, arms folded. Trunks cocked an eyebrow to Goten.
"Aww man no fair! I thought we agreed no old people? You know how jealous I get when I can't get in on concession prices!" He joked, earning loud laughter from Goten and a dangerous glare from Gohan.
"You have a very dry sense of humour Trunks, your not funny. And make no mistake, this old man could still more than easily kick your ass."
Trunks chewed his lip thoughtfully. "Just for future reference Gohan how did you feel when you retired? Doesn't the saying go; Goodbye tension, hello pension?."
Gohan stepped forward into the room quickly and Trunks stepped back holding his hands out in front of him.
"I'm just kidding, take it easy, slow down, you might pop a hip."
Gohan growled loudly and lunged forward reaching out to grab Trunks. His acute senses kicked in immediately and he jumped up and out of harms way until he floated slightly above Gohan's head. He laughed loudly. Gohan looked up, clearly annoyed but all the same Trunks could sense just a hint of amusement in his eye's.
"Nobody likes a smart ass Trunks, especially one that still loves at home and takes orders from his mother."
Trunks gently touched back down onto the floor, a safe distance away from Gohan. "Can you blame me? I know where my bread's buttered," He shrugged nonchalantly.
Gohan rolled his eye's and slapped a hand over his face. "And you wonder why my daughter won't take a second glance?"
"She's smart," He offered.
"Oh, so you noticed?"
"Of course."
"Your impossible.."
"Would you two give it up already?" Goten asked exasperated. "Trunks cut the old gags, Gohan lighten up, come on guys this is supposed to be a good night, please?" He stood in-between his brother and his best friend with pleading eye's.
"Fine."
"Okay."
Both nodded.
"Great. Well shall we go?"
XXX
The air was thick and humid when Pan stepped into the club, the loud music seemed to reverberate off the walls and over to her left was a huge dance floor occupied by what looked like hundreds of people hunched together moving to the beat avidly.
The club in question was called Steam, it was a well known haunt for most people in the area and offered over-priced drinks and excruciatingly loud music. "SHALL WE GET A DRINK?!" Pan nodded to Bra and allowed herself to be dragged through a mass of tangled bodies, some emitting smells that Pan found very offensive, before the three girls arrived at the bar.
Well, they'd arrived behind a small cue of people, in front of the bar.
Marron stood on her tip-toes and surveyed the bar before coming back down hard onto her heels and folding her arms tightly over her chest. She pouted. "This is going to take forever!" She whined.
Ignoring her, Pan saw a slight break in the cue and tugged Bra's arm with her as she dived into the spot and rested her hand on the bar. "Wahey, good going Pan!" Pan smiled widely and squeezed the rest of her body through the gap so she could stand before the bar properly.
"What are you guys having?!"
"Southern comfort and lemonade for me!" Marron chirped.
Pan looked to Bra who tapped her chin thoughtfully. "I'll take a cheeky vimto!" She offered. Pan gave both girls a quick thumbs up, before she turned back to the bar and smiled sweetly at a young bartender, catching his attention instantly.
He strolled over confidently and leant against the pumps. "What can I do for you lovely ladies?!" He called above the music. Pan stood on her tip-toes and voiced her order into his ear.
"Southern comfort lemonade, cheeky vimto and a vodka red bull please."
The young man, who's name tag read Derek pulled back and gave Pan a sly wink before heading off to get her order. Pan, of course had inadvertently ordered herself an alcoholic drink. She hadn't meant to, but trying to think through all the background noise was hard, plus, she didn't have much thinking time, she literally spouted out the first drink she could think of. A couple can't hurt.. She assured herself.
Time seemed to pass slowly for Pan. The girls had been in Steam for a little over an hour and Pan couldn't shake the impending head-ache which threatened its way to the forefront of her head. She appreciated a good time as much as the next girl, but her tastes seemed to vary a lot from those of Marron and Bra who had been dancing fervently amongst the crowds of people for quite a while now.
Pan wondered where the idea to start off in a few quiet bars had gone to. She would have much rather saved the hardcore places to the end of the night. Not only that but drunk men came in abundance in this bar. She'd heard of quarter to eleven syndrome, the time of night for a bloke when the alcohol sunk in, their brains died and their Penis's engaged, making every women they viewed through their bleary eye's a suitable target for bedding, but looking at her watch it was still fairly early.
9:45 to be exact.
So, like all bored party-goers Pan had taken very well to her Vodka Red bulls, a little to well in fact. In total as she'd stood back and watched her friends dance, she'd had at least eight that she could remember, and she was beginning to feel slightly merry.
A hand planted itself firmly on Pan's shoulder and stale alcoholic breath filled her nose. "Do you have a mirror in your pants?"
Pan turned around confused and cocked a questioning eyebrow to the strange man who'd addressed her. "Why.."
He grinned and leant on the wall beside him for support. "'Cause I can see my face in you knickers.." He winked clumsily eyeing Pan up and down with a lick of his lips.
"You have got to be kidding me? Did you think of that line all by yourself?"
He swayed slightly his eye's narrowing into a frown. "I'm game if you are.."
Pan laughed loudly. "Your serious? Oh..that's priceless.." She finished her drink in one long gulp and her face took on a serious look "I would rather stick pins in my eye's."
His lip upturned into a smirk and a hand reached out and clumsily fondled Pan's breast.
"So you like it rough then?" The hand clamped down harder and Pan felt a twinge of pain, albeit small, but still, pain all the same.
Before she could stop it Pan's hand in an involuntary movement had swung around and collided harshly with the man's cheek. If delivered by any normal human would have been nothing but a mere slap, but with Pan's saiyan heritage, the hit produced a completely different effect. The poor intoxicated stranger ended up flying about ten feet sideways into a large group of people who all comically tumbled to the ground like bowling pins.
Pan gasped and threw her hand behind her back quickly, her cheeks burning crimson as she noticed half the clubs occupants, including some angry looking doorman staring at her.
"Oh..shit.."
XXX
Trunks lead the way, rubbing his hands together in delight. It had been quite a while since he'd had the opportunity for a good night out and with his new found information he was determined more than ever to seek out his prize, and claim it. The fact that Gohan had joined in on the night didn't seem to deter him either, for Trunks felt he wouldn't see the night out to the end.
He had a wife to go home to, plus he'd never been one for partying. "Where to first?" Goten had caught up with him, equally as excited. Trunks stopped and seemed to think for a second, he looked past Goten to Gohan who stared ahead apprehensively.
"Maybe we should start off slow, how about Harrison's?. It's not far from here, did you um remember your bus pass Gohan?"
"A difference of tastes in jokes is a great strain on the affections Trunks and right now I'm envisioning your head, on a stick," The older man replied and Trunks could feel his ki spike slightly. Maybe if he kept up just a little longer Gohan would get pissed off enough to just want to leave, or in another outcome he might just decide to follow through on his threat and make Trunks into a saiyan popsicle.
"Did I offend you Gohan?"
"No, your mother offended me when she gave birth to you," He muttered. Trunks chuckled and looked at the time on his watch, he sort of wished he'd not started his little verbal spar with Gohan now, he was missing out on valuable party and Pan time.
"I guess Harrison's it is then, come on fella's," Trunks lead the way once more for a nervous and slightly confused looking Goten and Gohan who seemed to be brooding at the back.
XXX
"Yeah you to buddy!" Bra yelled flipping off the doorman for the third time. "Asshole," She muttered stomping away from the club arms folded across her chest, Marron in tow. Pan followed slowly, feeling a little more than guilty.
Not long after her attack on the drunk, three hefty looking bouncers had attempted to escort her off the premises. Pan of course had absolutely no problem complying and was willing to let them think they had the strength to restrain her long enough to get her out. She'd caused more than enough of a scene as was and didn't feel it anymore necessary to show off her powers.
That was, until Bra had stepped in. She'd caught sight of Pan being dragged towards the exit and had of course ran to her friend's aid.
Needless to say it had ended badly. Bra got angry, as did Marron. The doormen got angrier still as the profanity's started and Bra had shown Pan she had an extremely colourful vocabulary.
Thus here they were, slapped with a permanent ban, slung out, and back on the streets to search for another bar.
The rest of the night seemed to pass from then on with no major glitches, Pan had seemed to become softer through drink and had not made any attempt to either maim or kill any other man she came into contact with, much to Marron and Bra's relief who didn't fancy being kicked out of another club.
"I'm sure..(hic)..you can..work your way..back in, your Bra Brief's! Nobody, but nobody..(hic) bans the likes of..(hic) you..from anywhere," Pan slurred pointing at Bra with the hand that held her drink, making the liquid slosh over the edges and spill onto the table.
Bra looked to Marron with an uneasy smile. "She's completely gone.." Marron whispered through a cupped hand. Bra nodded in agreement as they both looked back at Pan who was currently waving her arms in the air and mouthing the words to a song nobody would ever feel the need to get excited over unless they'd drank half their weight in Vodka.
"Ah let her enjoy herself, at least she's not acting like a stick in the mud. Besides, this is my hen night, it's got to be an actual crime that I'm not right there with her."
And with that said Bra held her nose tipped her head back and all but threw the rest of her drink down her open throat. It burned and made her stomach churn unpleasantly.
"I suppose your right Bra. The music in this bar is making me want to reach for something a little stronger, either that or commit suicide."
Bra laughed and handed Marron her drink. "Down the hatch girly!"
Pan turned back to look at her friends and beamed. "Whoop go Marron! Neck it, neck it, neck it!" She egged on downing her own drink and slamming it down onto the table.
Marron followed suite seconds later and howled loudly. Her face screwing up slightly. "I think it's time for tequila slammers!"
Moments later the three girls sat at the bar all with three shot glasses of tequila, some salt and a wedge of lemon each. Pan looked to her friends uneasily. "What exactly am I doing with this?" Her hiccups had gone, but that far away, distant drunk look still held tight on her face.
Bra rolled her eye's. "First you lick the salt from your hand, then you down your shot, and then suck the lemon," Bra explained slowly as though she were talking to somebody with a learning difficulty.
Pan nodded dumbly and as if some unheard voice counted them down into perfect timing all three girls, in unison, licked the salt from their hands, downed their shot, slammed the glass down onto the bar and with equally sour faces sucked their lemon wedges.
Bra was the first to recover, her eye's watering madly. "Three more please?" She asked the barman hoarsely.
XXX
The night was going with a bang. And as Trunks had predicted, after the fourth bar, Gohan had retreated. Goten had tried to coerce him back but he had been firm, said he was tired, the bar was to noisy and that if he didn't get home soon Videl would blow a fuse.
"Is it fun being whipped?" Trunks had asked. Not being able to resist the opportunity to goad Gohan some more before he left.
"Fuck off Trunks, goodnight Goten."
And with that, he left.
"Right then," Trunks beamed finishing the last of his drinks and getting to his feet. "Onward bound my friend."
"To?"
"Hm. I'm thinking..the.." He tapped a finger to his chin for added affect. It was unnecessary to think, Trunks knew exactly where he was going. "The Union."
Goten looked at Trunks curiously, one eyebrow cocked. "The Union? Trunks are you serious? Gohan's not here anymore we can cut out the morgue."
Trunks pretended to look offended. "Hey! The Union's awesome, yes it usually attracts an older crowd but so what? It'll be fun..come on.." Trunks gave him a gentle dig in the ribs and Goten sighed running a hand through his hair.
"If you say so..the live entertainment sucks though."
Trunks smirked. "Nonsense I hear Al and Joe are on tonight, you know those guys play all the classics!"
Making their way through the tangle of streets, both men arrived at their destination. Two bouncers guarded the doors.
"Evening Mr. Brief's," They said with a nod and politely held the door open for Trunks and Goten who gave appreciative smiles and stepped inside.
Unlike some of the other bars they'd been in tonight, this one was much quieter, there was no DJ, or Jukebox in sight, only a stage and a two man act with a set-list of songs to play. Trunks grin widened and he used his acute eyesight to scan the room fervently. No sign of the girls just yet, but they were here, that much was definite. He could feel their Ki's, Pan's more so than the other two which made him wonder with mild amusement what exactly it was that she was doing.
A hand tapped his arm roughly and Trunks looked to Goten who was standing in front of him, he used his other hand to point out something to Trunks.
"It's the girls.." Trunks heartbeat quickened and his eye's followed Pan's movement as all three girls began to approach, unknowing of just who they were about to bump into.
XXX
"Guys I think I might be drunk.." Pan nodded to herself as though the realisation had just hit.
"No shit Pan.."
She waved Bra off with a clumsy flick of her wrist and pulled a chair out from under an unoccupied table, and if it weren't for the two strong arms that caught her she would have missed the seat completely and landed straight on her ass.
"Whoa Pan, I think you've had enough.." A deep masculine voice whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her face.
Turning her head slowly, black eye's met with blue. Black eye's narrowed, blue's widened. "Trunks?"
"Last time I checked that was my name yes," He replied with a small laugh. Pan blushed as she noticed just how intimately he was holding her, when she was about to fall Trunks had came up from behind and grabbed a hold, his arms had locked around her body just below her breasts putting pressure on them so that they had been squeezed together and pushed up, of course giving him a fantastic birds-eye view of her cleavage.
"Do you mind?" She asked clearly annoyed.
She could feel his smile widen and his voice became husky. "Not at all Pan" Shivers ran down her spine and her body involuntarily pressed back into his, her face resting in the crook his neck. "Your drunk Pan" He stated, loosening his grip on her, he had no need to support her with his arms anymore, for she had rested her body against his completely, dead weight.
She laughed slightly. "And your still a pervert Trunks.." Slowly she lifted her head and blinked a few times before looking around. Bra and Marron were gone, they were alone.
"Where did?-"
"-Marron's at the bar talking to some guy and Bra's with Goten, it's just you and me Panno."
She lifted her head from his neck and turned around to face him, shrugging his hands from the grip they'd made on her arms.
This was the part where he expected the backlash, the sarcasm, the witty comment. None came, instead she just smiled lightly. "Well in that case Mr. Brief's any idea what were going to do now?"
He scratched the back of his head. "I have lots of idea's, trouble is, most of them suck."
Pan shoved a hand into his chest and he stumbled back slightly. Although though not nearly as inebriated as Pan he'd had his fair share to drink. "For now, why don't we just dance?"
With lightening reflexes he'd grabbed the wrist belonging to the hand she'd shoved him with and he pulled her to him roughly. She gasped and a blush crept onto her cheeks as he swept his eye's across her face, drinking in her features.
"Okay..dance..yeah.." The words fell from her lips, shaky and unsure and she allowed herself to be pulled towards the centre of the dance floor.
A/N: Ah-huh, oh yeah, that's right, who's the best? You know it…..Cough
JD: Yessss?
Trunks: Erm, I don't mean to butt in but aren't you being a little to full of yourself?
JD: Au contraire my little purple haired lovely, these people love me, you can see that can't you?
Trunks: (Rolls eye's) Nooo they love me and Pan! Geesh woman were the stars here, get over yourself!
JD: (looms above Trunks with a vicious smile) I suppose you like your life don't you?..Woudn't look good if, lets say, you grew another head? Would it? Pan wouldn't like that..and we know you want Pan don't you?
Trunks: (Nods dumbly)
JD: Well then I suggest you be quiet and keep your opinions to yourself young man, don't forget I hold your fate in my hands, you just need to sit back and look pretty, get it?
Trunks: Got it
JD: Good! Anyway where was I?..oh yeah I'm the best, can't touch this! Review!!