Pan reached the top of the stairs and glanced at the clock on the far wall. Midnight exactly.

Here I go. One step at a time. Heels weren't exactly Pan's specialty shoes. But converse and combat boots might give her away. Heels it was. She was a different person tonight.

She walked down the stairs one step at a time. Everyone's eyes were on her. She looked perfect. Everyone was jealous. Bra just stood in the far corner and admired her work. She was amazed at how much Pan didn't look like herself.

Pan reached the bottom step and looked around. She was looking for Pantsman147. He said the grand staircase right? Where was he?

She saw three people. One little boy, a young teenager and her mom. She was just assuming that none of them were Pantsman. She decided to take a step to the side of the stairs. She waited for a few moments then decided to give up. It was too good to be true.

She took two steps then a hand reached out and grabbed her arm.

Then a voice spoke, "Are you Fightergirl808?"

She knew it was too good to be true. She turned around to find a lavender haired 18 year old staring at her through his mask. She gasped. "Trunks? You're Pantsman?" She stood there in complete and utter shock.

"I guess my hair kind of gives it away huh?" he chuckled.

She didn't respond. She only stood there. It all made sense. Pants... Trunks is another name for pants... That's why he couldn't explain. Her whole body slumped down and took her princess appearance away from her posture.

He squinted his eyes. "What are you thinking about?"

"Oh... Nothing... I have to go." She turned and started up the staircase when his hand caught her again.

"Please. Don't go. I need to know who you are."

"Well... you aren't finding out yet. That's for sure."

"Why not?"

"Because. You just can't it would just ruin everything."

"Fine. Then let's just dance and chat. Is that okay?" He stared at her in wonder.

She pondered the thought of him finding out it was her then decided that she looked like a completely different person. He would never find out. "Yes. I guess."

She took his arm and he led her to the dance floor. It was a catchy song. He twirled her around then placed her hand on his shoulder and he held the other out beside their bodies. They swayed with the music.

"Why are you so... Hesitant about everything tonight?" He looked at her nervous face.

"I'm not. What are you talking about?" She tried to avoid his eyes as best as she could.

"You just seemed so... Disappointed when you found out that Pantsman was.. Me."

"I just... Wasn't expecting it... That's all." She tried to make an excuse.

After a few minutes of silence he changed the subject. "Here. How about this... I ask you a few questions then you ask me a few questions. We both answer them as best as we can without revealing our identities." he thought about his statement. "Well.. Your identity.. That is.."

She smirked. This is going to be a challenge. "Okay. I'll do this. This sounds fun."

He smiled before he had to think about a first question. "Okay. I got this. First question. What made you love martial arts so much?"

She hesitated thinking about her answer trying to be careful with her words. "My dad used to take me to the matches almost every summer every year. I guess I just grew up watching it."

"So.. You're training then?"

"Yes. Yes I am. I am rather good too." She smiled at him.

"Well then... Are you signing up for the tournament in two weeks?"

"Yes. Yes I am." She looked to the ground. Then brought her head up. "Okay. It's my turn. Do you have any idea who I could be?"

He thought for a moment then responded with "No. I don't think I have seen you around before. Your voice sounds a little familiar but I don't recognize your appearance at all." He looked her up and down and blushed through his black mask. "You look stunning by the way. Absolutely beautiful."

She blushed and then asked "What school do you go to?"

"I assume you already know that answer but since we are playing this game I will go along with it. I went to Orange Star Prep. But.. I got kicked out. So Monday I start at Orange Star High School."

"What did you do to get kicked out?" Pan asked.

"This sounds like an interrogation rather than a game!" he teased.

"Sorry. I just want to know why you are going to end up getting dumped at our high school. I know that won't be easy. There are a lot of free loaders out there."

"This kid made me mad and punched me. I punched him back. I just punch a lot harder."

"I bet you do." she giggled.

"I like your laugh." he said dazed. "My turn. When you sign up for the tournament are you going as yourself or fightergirl?"

She grinned then took it serious. "It all depends on what my mother says. I am strong enough and totally ready. It all depends on what my mom and father say I guess. Which I think shouldn't matter because I would be the one getting hurt."

"Some parents just worry about their children. It is nothing out of the ordinary."

"I also have one other thing to consider. If I do extremely well in the tournament, and I go as myself... I might get treated differently around school and in public. I'm not one to be followed by paparazzi and fanboys and stuff like that."

"Hmm... So you don't want the celebrity life eh?" he smirked.

"Not right now. No." she laughed for a few seconds. "Maybe in the future... Who knows?"

He smirked at her then spun her. "It's good that you are keeping your options open."

"I am always willing to keep them open." She stared into his ocean blue eyes.

"I remember those eyes. They are so beautiful." He leaned in to kiss her when her cell phone rang.

She held up her index finger in front of her face. "Hold that thought." She turned around and looked at the phone. Dammit mother you always have the worst timing. She pushed the answer button and placed it to her ear. "Yes mother?"

"Pan! I said you had to be home over a half hour ago!"

"Oh Dende, what time is it?"

"It is two in the morning young lady. Get home now."

She grumbled then turned to Trunks. I'm sorry. I have to go."

"Why? What's wrong?"

"It is past curfew. I'm sorry. I really have to go." she left to the staircase when a hand caught her again.

"Will I ever find out who you are?"

She sighed then replied, "You will when the time is right." She turned around and leapt up the stairs but she didn't realize that her ki suppressor fell off of her wrist until she was outside. Too late to go back inside now.

I know. I know. This sounds like Cinderella right now. But it's not. just trust me. It just helps the story go forwards.