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Saiyan Senses III. Last Chapter.
Trunks stiffened for a moment, and then he tightened his embrace. "No, that would never happen Pan. I'm going to…-"He trailed off, looking at her eyes and then at her mouth.
Pan's heart quickened its pace in anticipation. Without notice, she leaned closer. Her voice low and soft. "You are going to what… Trunks?"
He stayed like that, just looking at her eyes, resisting the urge to close the space between them.
She was the first to close the gap between them; lightly brushing her lips against his. "To what?"
He closed his eyes for a second and then pulled away gently. "Just don't do it Pan… I don't want you to be hurt.
A slap would have been better than his words. She pulled away harshly; regretting the moment, she had the stupid idea he would kiss her back. She felt like a stupid teenager… throwing herself to him. "I won't Trunks."
He bit his lip, not sure what to do. "I better go, you need to rest."
She narrowed her eyes for a second, and then put a fake smile on her face. "Sure, thanks for coming."
He hesitated a little and then smiled at her, taking off to the sky.
She didn't call him in the next three weeks. He didn't call her either.
WISDOM.
The first day of freedom.
She landed in the backyard of CC. Finally, she could train again. She didn't have to knock, the door slammed open.
Vegeta crossed his arms, leaning in the doorframe. "I've been waiting for you brat."
She smiled and threw her bag over her shoulder while she walked in. "Umh… yeah… I missed training."
Vegeta narrowed his eyes. "You know you wouldn't have been grounded if you hadn't made such a stupidity."
Pan rolled her eyes, placing her bag on the floor. "Yeah, I know."
Vegeta slammed the door shut. "You have to stop acting like a child brat, you are almost a woman."
Pan glared at him. "I'm not acting like a child Vegeta, and what do you mean I'm almost a woman? I'm a woman."
Vegeta snarled, opening his legs a little with his arms crossed. "Hush brat, you are not"
Pan narrowed her eyes, warming up before the work out she was going to do next. "WHAT? What do I need to be a woman, ehh?"
Vegeta smirked, amused at her question. "…"
Pan gritted her teeth, stretching out her leg. "WHAT?"
Vegeta chuckled, starting his set of push-ups. "Your attitude is childish brat."
Pan's jaw dropped open. "Hey! I'm still young! I don't need to behave as an old woman just to make him realize I grew up."
Vegeta stopped for a moment, and then smirked. "You are acting like a ten years old woman then… running away to train… spacing out too much…"
He smirked again, looking at her blank face. "I'm sure HE already noticed you grew up, brat."
She stood up quickly. "I don't think so Vegeta! You are WRONG!"
She paled hearing his laughs.
Vegeta stared at her; taking a fight stance. "Don't waste my time, let's fight."
For a couple of minutes she gritted her teeth. Vegeta's words sinking in her brain slowly. She copied his stance, lifting an eyebrow. "Who's HE Vegeta?"
Vegeta's forehead knotted in a frown. "Stop fooling yourself brat, you know who HE is…"
Pan opened her eyes in shock. "How am I supposed to know if you were the one who mentioned it?"
Vegeta chuckled, throwing a punch to her face. "Wrong brat… You mentioned HIM first."
Pan dodged his attack, while trying to hide her blush.
Vegeta arched an eyebrow while kicking her feet. "At a loss of words, brat?"
Pan winced, crashing on the floor; instantly, she jumped back to her feet. "NO! It doesn't matter okay?"
Vegeta pointed to her frame and shot a set of blasts, moving faster. "See? You still a child."
Pan glared at him, positioning her hands to shoot back. Her eyes flashing anger. "I'm NOT a child."
Vegeta moved faster and hit her back with both fists. "You are acting like one."
Pan groaned, picking up her body from the floor. "I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to lose Vegeta!"
Vegeta smirked, giving her extra time to recover. "If you avoid what is important, you have already lost the battle."
Pan looked at him. She had the feeling he wasn't talking about this fight. "And what is important in this fight, Vegeta?"
She was curious, but she wasn't going to let him play with her words.
He kicked her ankle hard and threw her at the wall. "YOUR CONCENTRATION!"
She cursed under her breath, shooting a large Ki blast to Vegeta.
He shot an energy ball, overwhelming her attack.
She felt her back aching when she crashed against the wall. "Ouch… Vegeta! You didn't have to be so rude!"
Vegeta smirked. "That will teach you not to let your guard down. If you had learned that before, you wouldn't have been trapped in the snow three days. If a piece of rock catches you off guard… do you really think you'd survived an enemy's attack? You should be careful and alert… always."
Pan stood up, rubbing her arm. "Well, I think is enough learning for today… I don't want to know what else you are willing to teach me about that day."
Vegeta snorted with laughter. "Coward."
Pan smirked, mirroring his stance. "No, not coward… wise."
CHALLENGE.
She walked out the door, knowing he would start all over again. She glanced at Bra's window, pondering if she should go home or pay her a visit. She decided the last one and flew to her balcony.
Pan grinned evilly, looking at her clueless friend rummaging through the closet. Then, she tiptoed behind her and shook bra's shoulders with enough force to break a door from its hinges.
Bra screamed at all force, her heart beating fast. "AHHHHH"
Pan fell on the floor laughing. "OMG, Oh My God! You had to see your face Bra!"
Bra glared at her kicking her thigh. "Idiot! You scared me to death."
Vegeta appeared before them in an instant. He scanned the room, prepared to destroy whatever or whoever in there. He looked at the girls, frowning a little. No one was threatening them. In fact, Pan was flushed with laughter. Then, he rolled his eyes, balling his eyes. "Told you to start acting like an adult brat."
He turned his eyes to Bra. "I taught you better than that Bra… Keep your guard on, damn it! Next time you two play like that I'm going to beat both of you!"
When Bra opened her mouth to reply, her father was already gone. She turned around and kicked Pan again. "See what you did! If you want to be beaten by my Dad, just go and scare HIM not me!"
Pan pouted, still laughing. "Oh Bra… you know he would know I'm there before I land… it wouldn't be funny. After today's training, I don't want him beating me that soon… besides, I like the way you scream…"
Bra softened her gaze. "Really?"
Then she hardened her face again, noticing the sarcasm dripping off Pan's voice. "GET OUT PAN! I don't like your jokes."
Pan stared at her in shock. "Are you kicking me out of here?"
Bra twisted her lips with a hint of irony. "Come on Pan, you know I wouldn't kick you out of this house… my brother and Mom would kill me…GET OUT OF MY ROOM! Let me change!"
Pan grinned at the futile attempt of Bra to be ironic. She had no chance of succeeding. Pan pouted again, grimacing in disappointment. "Fine… back to the boring night life."
Bra smirked, grabbing Pan's shoulder. "Wait… if you want to stay fine, but you'll have to help me choosing tonight attire…"
Pan sighed, faking she didn't care. "Fine."
After a while, Bra found the perfect outfit and closed the closet door. "Perfect! I'm so excited Pan!"
Pan started rummaging through the jewelry on Bra's vanity table. "What's so special about tonight, anyway?"
Bra started stripping off her tank top. "Hiro and the boys invited us to a dance club. I wanted to date him since the last semester."
Pan picked up a couple of sapphire earrings and a matching necklace. "Yeah, I know."
She handed Bra the accessories. "Here, I found them. Who's going to be there?"
Bra grabbed the accessories and threw them on her bed. "Zan, Ken, Hiro and his cousin from America: Isao, Yuki, Sherry and I. Hey! Why don't you come with us?
Pan narrowed her eyes. "They didn't invite me Bra…"
Bra shrugged. "It doesn't matter. We are seven and just two of us are a couple". She paused and smiled at Pan. "If you don't go with us, a guy would have to be all alone…"
Pan arched her eyebrows. "Two of us?"
Bra threw a bracelet to Pan and smiled. "Hiro and I"
Pan frowned, thinking about it. "I don't know Bra, you know I don't like to…-"
Bra interrupted her, punching her arm jokingly. "To dance?"
Pan shook her head, punching Bra back. "No, I like dancing."
Bra arched her eyebrows. "Then, you don't like going out? Even when you were grounded for a whole month?"
Pan chuckled, twisting her head sideways to look at the vanity table. "Of course not! I'm dying to be wherever except my house or grandma's."
Bra opened her bathroom door, slipping off her shorts. "So… you don't want to meet guys or flirt a little?"
Pan rolled her eyes. "Bra, you know I don't care about flirting… I mean, of course I want to find some gorgeous, strong, funny and smart guy, but honestly, every time I meet one of those guys you like so much, they ended babbling all night or scared or my strength."
Bra walked into the shower laughing. "Come on Pan! They ARE funny… it's just your nerd side."
Pan's mouth opened and then shut again. She frowned, glaring at the bathroom. "I'm not a nerd Bra… just the opposite."
Bra rolled her eyes, while soaping her body. "Maybe you are not Pan, but you just love to test their brain before accepting a single dance."
Pan shrugged and sank back in the pillow. "That's because I don't like dancing with naives."
Bra laughed, washing her hair. "See? That's your nerd side… Come on Pan, who would want to talk about serious things or fights in a dance club? It's your fault, last time I introduced a really nice, smart and handsome guy to you, you punched him in the face."
Pan straightened to a sitting position, taking off her shoes. "Oh! That guy…" She lied down on the bed again with a big smile on her face. "He was almost perfect for me Bra, but he made a big mistake…"
Bra blinked in confusion, grabbing a towel from the rack. "Really? What did he do?"
Pan shook her head no, while staring at the ceiling. "I can't believe you forgot Bra… he kissed me!"
Bra burst into a fit of laughs. "What? Come on Pan! You can't be serious!"
Pan rolled her eyes, rolling onto her side. "Don't act like you didn't know."
Bra opened the bathroom door, still laughing. "I didn't Pan, you refused to tell me because you said I'd laugh."
Pan threw the tank top to Bra. "And I was right… you laughed."
Bra grinned, clasping her bra. "It was just a kiss Pan, how could you punch that guy?"
Pan chew in the inside of her cheek. Bra was making her feel stupid, and just like Vegeta said… a child… "I punched him because he didn't ask me first."
Bra laughed, pointing out to her skirt on the bed. "You didn't like him enough Pan. Listen to me very well…"
Pan threw the skirt at Bra's head, putting on a face of sheer boredom.
Bra grabbed the skirt and arched her eyebrows. "If you would have been kissed for a guy you liked, you'd have kissed him back, so don't even bother finding excuses. You just have to say you didn't like him enough… although I don't know what was missing…"
Pan blushed, damn it, she was right… so damn right. When Trunks kissed her that was what she did… kiss him back. She nodded her head. "Yeah, you are right."
Bra narrowed her eyes. Pan admitting she was right without putting up a fight? Weird… "So the fact you didn't like the guy doesn't mean everyone's not good enough Pan. If you don't meet people you will never find the one."
Then she smirked, knowing the big crush Pan had on her brother. "Unless you had found HIM long time ago and you are refusing to meet new people…"
Pan popped her eyes open as big as they could be. "HN?"
Bra ignored her reaction, putting on her earrings. "Maybe you are afraid to find the right one. The one who makes you forget about SOME crush, or maybe you're just afraid of meeting new people."
By this time, Pan's face was red crimson and her hands were balled. "I'm not afraid Bra! And NO, I DON'T have a crush."
Bra raised her eyebrows. Her lip twisted to the side in a mocking smile. "You don't?"
Pan gritted her teeth, swinging her legs to the side and off the bed. "NO! If you are talking about Trunks, I got over him a long time ago! Don't even start with that."
Bra tilted her head to the side, pondering if she should believe her or not. She decided to drop the subject. Pan hadn't talked about that in a long time… maybe she was telling the true.
Pan felt a little guilty about hiding this little secret, but Bra was pissing her off with her irony… She deserved it. Maybe Bra was right, she needed to find someone to forget about Trunks. It didn't matter if he wasn't perfect, she needed no perfection right now, just someone to distract her from her thoughts, and maybe she would meet a gorgeous one… who knows? Besides, she needed to show Trunks, this rejection didn't affect her. "I'm going with you."
Bra blinked a few times. Soon, a big grin was on her face. "Really?"
Pan chuckled at Bra's startled face. "Really."
Bra squealed and ran to her closet. "OMG, we need to hurry, we have only 30 minutes."
Pan's mouth moved but no words came out of it. "…"
Bra grabbed her wrist pulling her to her feet. "Hurry! We have to find something for you to wear."
In a second, Pan had three skirts in her arms and Bra was looking for a matching tank top. "Hey, I'd rather go change to my house Bra, besides I have to ask Mom if I…"
Bra silenced her with a yell. "WHAT? No, we don't have enough time." She threw a couple of tank tops over her arms and pushed her to the bed. "Here, try this on, I will call Videl."
Pan stared at the clothes and then at Bra. "B... but…"
Bra narrowed her eyes while dialing to Pan's house. "HURRY!"
Bra hung up the phone with a satisfied smirk on her face.
Pan grimaced in disgust. "Come on Bra… I look like a slut in this."
Bra frowned with her hands on her hips. "What?"
Pan grinned sheepishly, while trying another set of clothes. "Sorry, I mean… these are nice but… I'd prefer to wear slacks or jeans and a sweater, do you think you could…"
Bra interrupted her again, her hands touching her temples. "NO, I CAN'T… we have no time Pan! You look good, so take a shower and change."
Pan tightened her lips and slammed the bathroom door closed.
Bra chuckled, putting some make up on her face. "Don't be a nuisance Pan, you are not so old-fashioned, I know you have some really short skirts at home."
Pan yelled from the shower. "Yeah, the ones YOU gave me in my birthday!"
REVENGE.
Bra looked at her wristwatch, seven thirty… then she turned to the window and looked through it worriedly. "Pan, hurry! They are here… Dende! If my Dad answers the door we are in troubles."
She rushed to Trunks bedroom knocking on the door. "TRUNKS! TRUNKS! I need a favor."
Trunks grunted, walking to the door. He was tired, he had been going out with Goten lately and his job had been a real pain, too much paper work. Just when he was thinking about a nice long hot bath, his sister had to be banging at his door and shouting. He knew she wouldn't stop until he opened the door. "What is it now Bra?"
He glared at her through narrowed eyes waiting for her to explain.
Trunks walked downstairs, great… now he had to be her butler. He opened the door and looked at the young men in the sports car. "She needs five minutes more, wait here, please."
He turned around, cursing her choice of friends. They all seemed to be rich, spoiled and womanizers… bunch of idiots. This was one of the many things he hated about his social status, meeting rich and arrogant people.
He sighed, walking upstairs. He hoped his sister had truly friends, not just the party type of friends. She wasn't an air headed girl, she deserved better. Maybe it was the fact they were "The Briefs." The richest family in Japan. His sister was beautiful and he was very handsome. Wealth, looks and fame were enough to have many people trying to be friends with them. Besides, they were in the spotlight, always getting a lot of attention. They had been harassed by The Press and followed by paparazzi. Women always chasing after him, trying to bed him. At first, it had been exciting, but he got tired of that crap long ago.
Bra stopped in front of him. "Did you tell them to wait?"
Trunks rolled his eyes. "Yes."
Bra spun around grinning. "Well, what do you think? How do we look? Is it enough to go to Senior's club?"
Trunks raised an eyebrow. His look had changed dramatically. "Senior's Club? We?"
Bra smiled, whirling around. "Yeah, we… PAN! HURRY UP!"
Trunks looked at her suspiciously, not giving a damn about her appearance. "Is Pan going with you?"
Bra smiled, stopping to check her finger nails. "Yep."
Trunks frowned a bit. "Do you think Senior's Club is the right place for two young girls Bra? And what about your outfit? I think you should dress more appropriate to your age and that place…"
Bra frowned, what was he? Her new father? She walked slowly downstairs. "Of course, dear BROTHER… We are in college now."
Trunks frowned crossing his arms. A sound in the stairs made him turned around. His jaw dropped… Pan was running down stairs in a short, very short black skirt with a tight green tank top… Damn… She looked very sexy for a girl of her age. He followed the spaghetti straps… the low cut was lower than it should be… considering the kind of company both, his sister and his friend would have for the night. "Pan…"
Pan stopped dead in her tracks. Instinctively her hand went to her chest. "Trunks…"
Bra laughed. "Hey you two! It seems nobody had introduced you!"
He looked at her from head to toe, ignoring his sister's ironic remark. She had grown up indeed… "You look… different."
Pan blushed, running past him. "Of course Trunks, these aren't my clothes, but this outfit serves my plans, so… get used to."
Trunks frowned, not only for her harsh words. He walked downstairs behind her. "And may I ask what kind of plans do you have tonight Pan?"
Pan froze in the last step… she wasn't going to tell him she had dressed like this to flirt; she didn't want him to think she was a man-eater.
"Flirt and get the best man of the group, of course."
There… Bra had spilled out every thing. Pan glared at Bra mouthing thank you.
Trunks stood there in shock. Pan? Pan wanted to flirt with a stranger? She wasn't like that! She simply didn't act like that! He remembered three weeks ago when she kissed him… maybe she was like that now, but… when did it happen? Right… maybe she wasn't so young anymore.
Bra laughed, ushering Pan to the door. "Don't worry about him; he is acting a little bossy tonight. He even has started to act as if he was our father."
Bra opened the door happily, followed by Pan.
Trunks words startled her. "Dad is not going to like it Bra."
Bra turned around and glared at him. "Dad NEVER likes it, Trunks. Come on… it's not like I didn't do it before."
Trunks crossed his arms following the girls. "You have never been at Senior's Club before."
Bra tapped her feet on the floor, crossing her arms. "So?"
Trunks shrugged. "He is going to scare your friends Bra and you know it."
Bra narrowed her eyes. "I asked Mom and she said YES. She will deal with Dad. Besides, he won't know it, unless certain some one tells him…"
Trunks chuckled. "It won't be necessary Bra; he always knows where you are."
Bra frowned, opening the door again. "Yes, but it's not the same if I ask him."
A cold voice was heard. "If you ask me what, Bra?"
Bra paled sensing her father's Ki behind. "Umh… Oh Dad, I'm going out with Pan, right Pan?"
Pan nodded and slipped slowly out of the house.
Vegeta frowned, glancing at the slippery girl. "What the hell happened to you brat?"
Pan blushed, brushing nervously her skirt. "Umh… Bra lent me some clothes."
Vegeta frowned, eyeing her all over. "I thought you were tired brat." Then his gaze returned to Bra. "Who's coming with you?"
Bra paled again. "Some friends from College."
Vegeta frowned, peering out the door. "Males or females?"
Bra grinned sweetly stepping out the door. "Both."
Vegeta narrowed his eyes at the girls. "Trunks, you are going with them."
Bra opened her mouth in disbelief while Trunks tried to hide his smirk. Then, she waved her shaking hands. "Oh, thanks Dad, but Pan is strong enough. I'll be safe around her, besides…" She glanced at Trunks, hoping he would play along. "Trunks is busy tonight, right Trunks?"
Trunks smirked, leaning in the wall. "No, I'm not."
Vegeta nodded, looking from the girls to Trunks. "Fine. Keep an eye on them Trunks."
Pan stared at them in silence, while Bra mumbled something about her mean brother. Soon a couple of curses came out her mouth accompanied with a glare. She pushed him aside and turned to look at her father, begging him to let them go alone.
Vegeta refused, he didn't change his mind, telling Trunks would be their guardian no their chaperone. He stated Trunks had to go with them, in order to make sure they wouldn't come to any harm.
Vegeta opened the fridge, glancing at his daughter. She seemed to be trying to persuade Trunks about something, but the brat knew he would strike some reason in him, beating him mercilessly if he dared to agree with his sister.
Bra begged Trunks to let them go alone but he refused. Then she asked him to go there in his own car and stay away from them, because she didn't want him to embarrass her.
Trunks agreed and grinning evilly, he walked to the car.
JEALOUSY.
He stared at Bra's table from the corner. It would be fun to see Pan flirting.
Soon, Bra was in the dance floor, while Pan chatted with Hiro's cousin: Isao. To Trunks surprise, Isao started flirting openly with Pan, who seemed to be enjoying it.
Isao happened to be a nice guy, smart and funny. He wasn't handsome, but he was interesting and attractive. Pan knew since the very beginning he was a womanizer, but she didn't care… she had a point to prove. Besides, he was smart, funny and a good chatter. She accepted to dance with him.
Trunks was tired of watching Bra's friends dancing and chatting. The moment he saw Bra dancing, he decided to do something else besides watching the group have fun; he wasn't going to be sitting here all alone while his sister danced and Pan chatted. He regretted coming alone to the club, he should have invited a girl, since Goten had a date somewhere else. He approached a red haired girl and danced a couple of songs with her.
Then, he saw her, dancing with the tall guy, the one she had been chatting with… the one who had been flirting with her since they were introduced. He ignored his sister and Pan, keeping their Ki on check.
He knew her; she would dump him before he tried to move things beyond friendly terms. He chuckled to himself, remembering when Goten told him about the bleeding nose of the guy who kissed Pan without her consent. That was the last time Pan had accepted Bra's invitation to dance.
Pan glared at him. Jerk… he seemed to be having a great time with that girl… the red haired was younger than he was at least for seven or eight years. She felt her blood boiling, jerk… he had refused her and now he was hitting on that bimbo.
She felt Isao's breath on her face and snapped from her thoughts. For a second, she wanted to push him away, but then again, she needed to prove that jerk of Trunks, that their kiss wasn't so important to her.
Isao wrapped his arms tightly around her and opened his lips slightly, caressing her lips with his. She tilted her head to the side and opened her mouth granting him access. He deepened the kiss almost immediately, no lips games, just tongues and rush to go deeper.
His right hand moved to the back of her neck, bringing her face closer. Pan closed her eyes, raising her Ki slightly. The guy was a good kisser, but she had started to feel intimidated for his advances.
Trunks felt her Ki spike lightly and turned around. His jaw dropped open at what he saw. Isao was kissing Pan passionately, her body almost fused with his and his left hand was pressed against her back a little lower than it should be.
His eyes darkened a little and his hands turned into fists. He bared his teeth instinctively and pulled away from the red haired. He gave her his back, his voice low and cold. "I'm sorry. I need to do something."
He pulled them apart roughly, his left hand holding her wrist and his right hand grabbing Isao by the collar of his shirt. "What the hell do you think you are doing?"
Isao frowned, slapping his hand away. A movement Trunks thought he couldn't do. "What's it to you?" Then he turned to Pan grabbing her free hand. "Pan, who is this? Is this your boyfriend or something?"
Pan shook her head no, still in shock.
Isao frowned and started pulling her hand to him. "Then, I'm guessing he is your brother or some relative."
Pan struggled to get free from both. "No."
Isao glared at Trunks. "Then, I don't care who you are, let her go, she is mine."
Pan opened her mouth in shock. She –is –mine? Was it a compliment or an offense? She didn't know but she didn't like the way it sounded.
Trunks stared at Isao in shock. She –is –mine? Son of a btch… how dare he? He pushed him hard, sending him stumbling towards the wall. Then he turned to Pan with an angry look on his face. "What the hell do you think you are doing Pan? Do you know what would your father think if he knew you were kissing a complete stranger? Do you know how he would react if he knew you let him hold you like that?"
Pan frowned, pushing him away. "Mind your own business Trunks! I was having fun!"
Trunks grabbed her again, this time by her shoulders. "Don't you see he is a man-whore? I know his kind and I can recognize them immediately. He probably just wanted to sleep with you!"
Pan frowned, stepping back. "You can't be sure of that Trunks!" Then a look of sarcasm tinted her features. "Oh, maybe you are right. I had forgotten you are one of them, of course you would recognize one of your kind."
Isao stood up and stepped behind Trunks, hitting him hard. "Leave her alone. Go find your own girl! If you wanted to hit on her, you should have done that on your own and before I met her."
Trunks didn't flinch. He turned around with a dangerous look on his face. "Coward, attacking from behind…" He punched him in the stomach, this time harder and sent him flying a few meters away. He smirked watching his face crashing on the floor.
Pan battled against his grip until she got free and punched Trunks in the stomach. "Don't hit someone weaker than you! He did nothing wrong!"
Trunks flinched and moved at saiyan speed in front of her; forcing her to back down to the wall. "Don't be so stubborn Pan! If I need to explain things to you, I will. Two hours and three drinks more and he would have tried to bed you! You have no experience with men; I had to warn you! Can't you see that I was protecting you? I don't think you wanted your first time to be like this."
Pan paled. A tint of red crept onto her cheeks. She felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment. Her face was now a mixture of pale white and red crimson. Two seconds later, he eyes flashed with anger and her peaceful face became feral. "You are an idiot Trunks! You DON'T know if I have experience or not! You DON'T know if I wanted to bed him… You DON'T know if I would have accepted him… You DON'T know if he would be my first! You know NOTHING!"
He loosened his grip on her a little, looking the way her eyes flashed. "I know what I'm saying Pan!"
Pan backed again two steps. He walked forward, until she was cornered between the wall and his chest. "You are the one who knows nothing Pan!"
She looked behind her, coming face to face with the wall, and then she lifted her head meeting his eyes.
Trunks sighed heavily, trying to calm down. "Stop pretending you are a femme fatale Pan. I just know it."
Pan glared at him, struggling again. "You are a damn liar, there's no way you know something like that!"
Trunks shook his head, he really didn't want to explain THAT to her. "Of course there is. I know it and that's enough."
Pan smirked, getting angrier every passing minute. "WHAT? You have a scan inside you? Don't patronize me Trunks."
End of Chapter 3. Saiyan Senses III.
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