'That laugh…that horrible, fake laugh' He heard her laugh, the one that sent unpleasant shivers up his spine and looked to the centre of the room, where Pan and Goten were conversing with each other. 2 months had passed since he had confronted her...it was meant to save her but it made things worse.
She isolated herself from the only person who could see her and not the act she put on…afraid perhaps of what might happen if he saved her. Or perhaps wary of his actions concerning her in case it broke the porcelain bonds she had with her family. Never the less, he didn't stop watching over her, making sure she didn't do anything rash.
She could feel his eyes on her, wherever she went and it unnerved her. She hated the fact that he saw her yet could do nothing but curse herself for her own stupidity
'Why can't he see the good that comes out of this? If denying myself of who I am, saves my family and friends from depression, then I'd gladly do it…why can't he see that?'
From the corner of her eye, she watched him looking at her and she fumed inside. She wanted to storm up to him and poke out his eyes so he could no longer watch her.
"You ok Panny?" Her uncle asked, when he noticed she wasn't paying attention.
Snapped suddenly from her train of thoughts, she turned to her uncle and smiled, reassuring at him "Just thinking…"
"About Trunks?" He teased, looking towards his purple haired friend "Let me guess…you fancy him!"
"No I don't!" She defended, looking offended at the mere thought her uncle gave her…
"Yes you do" He jeered, making his niece blush
"Do what? Why is Pan blushing?" Bra joined in, a glass in her hand
"Pan fancies Trunks" Goten commented and Pan smacked him round the head
"No I don't" She finalized, crossing her arms "I do not think of him in any way other than a friend. You're just being an idiot. Now excuse me while I go get a drink" She stormed towards the kitchen in a huff, her skirt trailing behind her
"Stupid Goten and his ideas" She mumbled, filling up a glass of water "think he's so smart" She sat down and gulped down the glass, pulling at the ends of her dress to try and make it cover her knees "Stupid mother forcing me in stupid dress"
"Well, I think you look nice in it" Someone commented and she turned to see who.
"Hello" She said, in a slight monotone towards him
"Wow…don't sound too enthusiastic" He rolled his eyes, sitting opposite her just like he did 2 months ago. "So, how life?"
"You should know…you know everything about me" She replied, sarcastically and he frowned
"I'm just trying to help Pan…I don't want my friend dying on me when they've got their whole lives ahead"
"I not gonna die" She replied, with a soft smile 'not yet at least' she added to herself as an after thought
"I don't want you dying at all! Not now or later…you'll gonna be old and wrinkly when you go" He screamed at her, standing up from his seat in protest while she blinked in confusion
"What? I said I'm not gonna die" She said, looking up at him
"Yeah and after you said 'net yet at least!'" He replied, a little perplexed
"I did not say that! Not out loud at least…" She replied and he sat down, clearly bewildered at the situation
"You mean…" He asked and she nodded. And with a gasp, he stood back up and ran out the room
"Wait! Trunks, what's going on?" She asked, running beside him "Where are you going?"
"To talk to my father" He replied, as he ran round the corner, Pan on his heels. He skidded to a haut just in time, outside a door and looked at Pan who was panting beside him "Its better I talk to him alone"
"But-" She started, but he held a finger to her lips
"Pan please. Go home and get some sleep. You look tired" He said, brushing a strand of hair out of her face "Please"
She smiled at his little display of affection and nodded, only because she was in fact tired. She said her goodbyes and before he knew it, she had disappeared from his sight.
'I have more pressing things to get on with' He told himself, before he could dwell on Pan.
G.R
"Father, may I have a word with you?" Trunks asked, cautiously, as he stepped into the large metal dome
"What the fuck do you want?" His father snarled, floating gracefully in front of his son
"I…wish to ask about bonding" He said, trying to stand his ground before Vegeta but failing miserably
"Bonding? What's brought this on?"
"I…I think I've bonded" He swallowed his nerves for a second and carried on "With Pan"
"Kakarot's grand brat?" Vegeta questioned, using his naming technique. Trunks nodded to his father and waited for him to say more "You think you've bonded with Kakarot's grand brat?"
Trunks nodded to him in reply and he could see his father smirk
"So…you're hearing her thoughts" Vegeta queried, with a raised eyebrow
"A few…yes" Trunks nodded, once more
"And you've felt what she felt?"
He thought back a little bit on that comment. And although Trunks never though on it, he had, in fact, known when Pan was down or up in life "Yes"
"And you've had the desire to protect Pan?"
"Yes"
"And you've mated?"
Trunks nearly chocked when he heard that. "No! We're not even…courting yet"
"I see…" Vegeta nodded, looking at the ground in thought
"What am can I do about it?" He asked and Vegeta looked up at him
"What else? Complete the bond! Fuck her brains out!"
"What!" Trunks stumbled, a slight blush appearing on his cheek "Isn't there anyway to get rid of the bond"
'So Gohan can't kill me' Trunks thought, with a gulp
Again, his father looked down in thought at this "Not a way that the sayain know, no. And I highly doubt one does exist" He looked up at his son with a wild smirk on his face "Congratulations Brat. You've got yourself a mate"
