Chapter Three – Who's the Boss?

Pan watched as Trunks gave his speech. He looked confident, comfortable and perfectly put together. Nothing about his demeanor pointed at even the slightest hint of unpreparedness. She knew better, though. While a cheeky grin crept across her face, flashbacks of today's delightful escapades roamed through Pan's head.

"Some men are just born to be CEO," Gohan said, admiration evident from his tone. "It's good to see how well Trunks has done for himself."

"Must've been real hard, inheriting the family business," Pan quipped.

He looked over at his daughter's slightly flushed face and gave her a half – hearted, scolding look. The big eyes staring back at him instantly put a smile on his face and he chuckled in amusement.

On the elevated stage, Trunks said his final words and was awarded an astonishing round of applause. He received it in modesty and exited the stage like his charming self. Pan noticed some wayward glances directed at the man of the hour from the women at the front. Her insides contracted deliciously at the knowledge that she'd experienced what many of them craved desperately. Quickly followed by an uncomfortable sting brought on by the fact that she might not be the only one in this crowd who'd been intimate with this extremely eligible bachelor.

A hand was placed on her shoulder and she looked up to see Bulma.

"So glad that's over," she exclaimed. "Did you two enjoy yourselves?"

Her eyes lingered on Pan's face as she said this and Pan felt a blush forming on her cheeks, but she assured herself that she was just imagining things. Gohan diminished the uneasiness in the air as he began praising the event fervently.

"All in all, I had a very interesting day, that's for sure. You did a very good job this year."

"Thanks, Gohan. You're as sweet as ever."

Bulma was beaming.

"Say, are you still going the make the trip home tonight? It's gotten pretty late. The event ended a little later than initially planned, because Trunks was held up earlier."

No sooner had she spoken his name, or the individual in question appeared beside her. Bulma gave her son a disapproving look and crossed her arms.

"Yeah, sorry about that, guys! " Trunk's eyes locked onto Pan's. "There's just so many people here that want me."

"I wouldn't have noticed if you hadn't mentioned it," Gohan politely stated.

Bulma insisted both of them should spend the night on account of it being too late for the long journey back. Father and daughter accepted the offer and she had two rooms prepared for them in the guest area, but suggested they all have a night cap before going to bed. It was a celebratory day, after all.

"Can I freshen up first?" Pan asked.

"Sure, you know your way?"

"Uhm, I'll find it."

"Oh, I might as well just put my stuff in my room then," Gohan said.

Trunks offered to do this for him, saying this way he'd be able to kill two flies with one stone. Gohan accepted gratefully, thanked him and followed Bulma into the living quarters of the Briefs.

Pan and Trunks started in the other direction. She eyed him as he casually strolled alongside her, Gohan's bag slung over his shoulders; his hands in his pockets. He glanced back and smirked. She wondered what he was thinking. Wondered what his thoughts on this afternoon's events were. Mostly, she wondered how he could be so calm and collected when she was still flushed from earlier.

"You look positively radiant," Trunks said in a teasing tone. "You got a nice shade of red coloring your cheeks."

"Hot day."

"Indeed, it was a nice day to be outside.."

Trunks smiled seductively and Pan felt more color rising to her cheeks. He was obviously enjoying seeing her squirm; all hot and bothered just like all the other women he came into contact with.

"Cocky bastard," she thought to herself.

Pan rolled her eyes and said, "what clever word play! Is that why everyone is always so impressed by you?"

"I don't know, you tell me."

Trunks laughed at her playfully and pushed open a door. He gestured her to enter and leaned in the doorway of the spacious bedroom.

"Well, thanks."

Pan smiled at Trunks and she could see he was waiting for her to make a move. Part of her wanted to drag him to the bed and repeat their outdoor activities. Basically, all parts of her. She didn't, however, and opted to make him squirm instead.

He was still watching her from the door opening when she said, "I'm just gonna take a quick shower, today turned out to be a sweaty day. You know, the heat and all."

She smiled knowingly and kicked off her shoes. Then, she proceeded to unbutton her shorts and slowly slid them down her legs. Trunks shifted from his position and watched as she pulled her top over her head, her body stretched out enticingly in the process.

Pan walked over to him, confident and fully aware of the effect she was having on him. She felt his eyes scanning her body, reliving certain sensations from a couple of hours ago. She placed one hand on the door and the other on her hip.

"Don't you need to take those somewhere?" Pan nodded towards the bag and closed the door while she winked at him.

Once in the bathroom, she took off her remaining clothes and jumped into the shower. The water felt good on her sensitive, heated skin and she laughed silently at the thought of how Trunks must be feeling now. It made her feel powerful and sexy. And horny, definitely horny. Her arousal was still evident and she moved her hands over her body to soothe some of it.

"Need some help?"

Pan let out a little shriek, but quickly collected herself. Just the sound of his voice was enough to have her hormones go into overdrive in her current state. Before she had the chance to respond, she heard clothes dropping to the floor and a very naked Trunks stepped into the shower.

His face showed no sign of discomfort, in fact, the only thing Pan could tell was that he was as aroused as she. Though, she didn't exactly need to look at his face for that. In a sudden moment of clarity Pan realized that when it came to teasing, she was a little out of her league with Trunks.

They looked at each other, Pan breathing heavily; Trunks with a sexy smirk on his face which told her exactly what was going to happen. It surprised her when he grabbed the soap, instead of her like she'd expected. Slowly, he began lathering her up. His hands moved over her body, stroked her arms, her back, her stomach. It was excruciatingly arousing, especially when his hands cupped her breasts and squeezed. Even more so when his hands moves down to her hips and on to her slippery behind. Trunks massaged her butt firmly and looked her body over, clearly enjoying the view whilst he bit his lip in a way that turned Pan on way beyond her limit.

Pan moaned almost inaudibly, heat building up inside her. She couldn't take much more and resolved to take matters into her own hand. She pressed her lips to his and their bodies pressed together, slithering from the soap. Trunks backed her up against the wall and let his fingers linger between her thighs. He deepened the kiss, drawing another moan from Pan.

Then, he stepped back and licked his lips. Pan was still panting and looked up at him in surprise, expecting more.

"That will do for now," Trunks said. His tone was dripping with arousal and he had a devious look on his face. "They're probably waiting for us."

He stepped out of the shower, turned off the water and handed her a towel. The glint in his eyes and the smirk on his face enraged Pan, but she was in no condition to speak.

"See ya in a bit," he continued. "I'll save you a seat."

He got dressed, somehow his suit had disappeared, and he was now wearing grey slacks and a black tank top.

"O- Okay.." Pan managed to stammer.

She stood still for a moment, but followed suit once the blood had returned to her brain. As she got dressed, she felt even more infuriated. Her little scheme had totally backfired. Granted, he obviously wanted her, badly, but she definitely did not feel in control like she'd planned. And now she had to have a drink with Bulma and her father in the company of that cocky, extremely sexy, bastard.

"What is his deal," she wondered in frustration.

Pan sighed, smoothed her hair and made her way towards the family living room.