Chapter 3 - You're It Part I
Trunks smiled to himself as he drove back home after hearing the great news. The owner of the house had told him she'd been trying to sell the house for years, but no one had ever taken the exit for the house, until he showed up, because of its unnoticeable driveway. She was desperate, and had sold the house to him immediately. The owner of the house immediately showed up to the house and gave him the keys in exchange for the money. This meant he could move in whenever he wanted to, and Trunks wasn't about to waste any time at all. He was going to move in tomorrow, after he got everything packed tonight. All that was left was the paperwork, which he would do later.
He must have been excited about the house, because before he knew it, he was already home. As soon as he got inside, his mother shrieked and ran to him, hugging her son. "Trunks, you're late! Where have you been?? I called your office, but no one picked up, and I even called Pan so she'd help me find you!" Bulma released her son and put her hands on her hips. "Now you have to look for Pan! She told me she'd go look in the park you usually go to, but she still hasn't come back yet!"
Trunks raised an eyebrow at his mother, rubbing his temple as if he had a headache. "Mom, you sent Pan to look for me? I'm older than her for crying out loud! Why do I need her help to find my way back home??"
Bulma smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head in embarrassment. "I guess I got a little paranoid…"
Trunks sighed, walking up the stairs toward his bedroom. "Ok, I'll go look for her, after I pack my things."
"Pack??" Bulma turned and caught up to her son, yanking his arm to stop him. "What do you mean 'pack'??"
He chuckled nervously. He had completely forgotten to tell his mother about the house before he bought it. "Umm… Well, you see… I kind of bought a house today, which was why I was late to get home." He shut his eyes, anticipating the scream he'd hear followed by her scolding. When she didn't, he opened his eyes to see his mother crying, her hands covering her face. "Mom? What's wrong?" he asked, putting his hand on her shoulder that shook when she sobbed.
"Oh, my little boy is growing up and moving out... Time goes by so fast! I'm so happy for you, Trunks. Remember to lock the doors at night, honey, and to visit once in a while, okay?" She looked up from her hands, tears streaking down her cheeks, and smiled at him. "You go and pack now. Don't forget to drop Pan off to her home afterwards, okay?"
Trunks smiled, giving his mother one last hug. "I will, mom," he assured her, and turned, walking to his room to get packed. He noticed Bra coming out of her room, and paused, smiling briefly. "Hey there, sis. What's going on lately?"
She shrugged, looking bored and replied, "You know, the usual." Then she walked over to her brother, greeting him with a small hug. "I overheard you and mom talking. Do you want any help?"
"Sure. I could use a hand." he allowed her to enter his room and they began packing things in bags, talking to each other about random topics. The two of them were undoubtedly close, despite their different personalities. They could both trust each other with their secrets, though they shared few, and each could tell what the other was feeling. In fact, Bra was already aware of Trunks' confusion regarding his life, but she had not found anything that would help him. She tried, but everything she did wasn't any help to him at all, though he tried to convince her that there was nothing wrong with him. So, as Bra helped Trunks, she continued to think, looking for any other ways she can help, not just the packing, but a way to get rid of those lifeless eyes.
As soon as he was finished, he quickly said his goodbyes to his family and left. It wasn't hard to find Pan, as she was standing there on the sidewalk near the park, hands in her pockets, shivering in the cold. Trunks stopped his car in front of the young woman and rolled down his window, smiling apologetically. "Hey there, need a lift?" he asked, nodding over to the seat beside him.
Pan looked at him, and raised an eyebrow. "You took your sweet time, didn't ya?" She turned her head to the side and sneezed in her sleeve, sighing afterwards. Then she shrugged and walked her way to the passenger side. "But sure, I'll take up on the offer, stranger." She slid into the seat and closed the door behind her, putting on the seatbelt.
"I'm sorry I was late," Trunks started, closing the window he had opened earlier. "I was sort of busy…" He glanced at the rear view mirror and drove away, towards the Son's residence.
"Oh really? And exactly what, or should I say who were you doing?' she teased, earning a glare from Trunks. "Your secretary maybe? Or is it the office clerk this time?"
"Pan, don't be sick. You know I'm not like that," he replied, turning into an intersection. "I bought a house."
This took her by surprise, he noticed, since he saw her eyes widen twice its normal size. "Really? Can I see it? When are you moving? Is it far from here, or close by?" She continued questioning him, tugging on his sleeve when he didn't answer quickly enough for her.
Trunks chuckled, glancing at her for a moment. "If you want to see it, you can, Pan. Just call your parents and tell them where you are so they won't worry."
Pan immediately brightened, quickly grabbing her cell phone and punching her home phone in. "Mom? I'm with Trunks, and he's going to show me his new house, okay? I'll see you in a bit." She paused, listening to her mom's answer. "Okay, thanks mom. Love ya. Bye." She hung up and put the phone in her pocket again, and turned to smile at Trunks. "She said it was okay." Pan took off her shoes and crisscrossed her legs and turned more so that her body faced him. "Okay Trunks, now tell me. Who's living with you? Are you getting married now? Do you plan on having kids? Aren't you 30 now? Why didn't you get married sooner?"
Trunks sighed and turned into a different street. "No one's living with me Pan, and no, I'm not getting married, and yes, I do plan on having kids… if I get married," he quickly added, noticing Pan's horrified expression when he spoke about having children. "And I'm not exactly 30, Pan. I'm half saiyan, remember? I age slower than you, which means when I'm 50, and still stunningly hot, you'll probably be 47, instead of being 14 years younger than me."
She didn't answer right away, just continued to stare at him. He is kinda hot… Wait… What the heck am I thinking?? Pan shook her head, trying to get rid of her thoughts. She then noticed she still had not replied to Trunks' answer, and she quickly spoke, "So I won't be stunningly hot? Just you?" When she noticed Trunks swallow hard, she grinned.
"No," he started carefully, noticing Pan sticking out her bottom lip and pouting. "You won't be stunningly hot…" Then he turned to look at her, smiling warmly. "You'll be stunningly beautiful like always."
Trunks caught the red flushed on Pan's cheeks and smiled wider, turning his head back to look at the road. Pan put both her feet down and into her shoes, deciding she'd rather look out the window than at the driver, and crossed her arms, feeling heat rise up to her face. "Oh shut up, Trunks," she whispered, glaring daggers at his reflection in the mirror, but truthfully, she smiled inside like usual when he'd give her compliments.
He chuckled, turning into his new driveway and turned the engine off, sticking his keys into his pocket. "We're here, Panny Pan-Pan," he teased, watching as she furiously unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car.
"Would you stop calling me that??" She snapped, slamming the car door closed.
Trunks raised an eyebrow, closing the driver side door closed as well. His eyes glinted evilly, as he looked for the house keys. "Okay then, Pan-aroony."
"Oh, you're in for it now, mister!" she chased him as he ran to his new house, quickly opening the door and before he was able to shut the door closed behind him, she caught up. Instead, he ran around the house, avoiding the furniture, laughing as they did this. Pan was only inches behind him, almost reaching him now. After circling around in the living room a few times, he fled upstairs into the long hallway.
But then, Trunks didn't notice the small crack on the floor, and he tripped, causing Pan to trip behind him too, and he automatically turned around so he wouldn't land on his face. When Pan fell on top of him, they slid a few feet because of the newly waxed floor, and when they finally stopped, their noses bumped, both their hearts beating faster as a result. Their faces were so close together that they were exhaling into each other's mouths.
Neither of them moved, for they were still surprised by their fall. Trunks' eyes trailed down to Pan's lips, staring as if trying to memorize every detail. She noticed this, and instantly, she started to move away, that is, until he grabbed her arm, stopping her. Pan looked at him questionably, her hair slowly cascading down her face. Trunks used his free hand and touched her cheek softly, making her blush lightly. He brushed her hair away from her face, behind her ear, and gradually leaned upwards, until they were just centimeters away, like they were before. He stayed like that for a while, realizing their breathing had become rapid. Then, Trunks tilted his head to the side and kissed her cheek, barely touching the corner of her lips. He lingered there momentarily, watching as Pan's eyes hooded beneath heavy lids. He slid his head closer to her ear and murmured, "Tag, You're it," before letting his hand fall slowly, stopping just on her lower back.
A/N: hooray! I finished writing this chapter!! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! Reviews will be much appreciated:P