A/N: Heyo~! Back again with another chapter (this time I tried to makeup for last chapter). Sorry again for the late update. Enjoy! x

D is for Distance

"11:42 AM," The raven-haired girl announced to herself as she paced through the narrow school ways, staring at her brightly-lit phone screen.

She remembered clearly what he told her over the phone the day before.

"I'll probably be out late tonight because they're taking me and some coworkers out to town, but I shouldn't be out past midnight there—I can call you then if you're free,"

13 hours was quite an inconvenient time gap, the girl managed to learn in the past few weeks. Trunks needed to go to America for business, and would be gone for about 4 weeks. The bells rang through the school corridors, indicating the end of lunch break. The girl peaked one last time at her phone before hopelessly stuffing it into her skirt pocket. It wasn't like her call was of utmost urgency, she thought to herself. She'd mention her acceptance to study abroad another time.

"Hey, miss IQ 180!" The girl heard a familiar voice call from a distance.

"Me?" Pan asked as she spun her head around with her face furrowed in confusion.

"Over here!" A thin, short-haired friend of Pan's waved from one end of the hallway as she made her way to her raven-haired friend.

"Oh, hi, Naoko," Pan greeted back her friend with a small grin.

"You look down for someone who just got a scholarship from a top school in America; what's wrong?" Her friend asked as the two made their way into their math classroom.

"It's nothing, really. I was just waiting for a call from Trunks is all," The girl explained as she pulled her chair out and plopped herself into her seat.

"Ohhh, right, right. I heard you say he was on some business trip or something. When does he come back?"

"Sometime this week I think…he's been gone for almost a month now," She pouted as she pulled out a textbook.

"Well, that's something to look forward to, Pan-chan! These things happen in relationships; don't let distance be something that'll come in the way of your relationship,"

"Thanks, Naoko-chan," Pan said, now smiling more warmly.

"Anytime, Pan-chan!" Her friend winked back at her right as the lesson resumed. And just as the class began, Pan felt a buzzing coming from her skirt pocket.

"Sempai, may I go to the bathroom please?" The black-haired girl bravely shot her hand up.

"I'm sorry but the break just ended, ," The teacher replied before continuing her lesson.

"Please, Sempai, I'll only be a moment!" The girl pleaded.

"I'm sorry Ms. Son but I can't. Scholar or not, you're going to sit in class like the rest of the students."

"Yes, Sempai," She apologized before burying her head in her textbook.

That night, Pan was overwhelmed with large masses of homework. She slaved over her books until late, before falling straight to bed just after 11 PM. Her much-needed slumber, however, was interrupted by a loud ringing coming from her night table.

"Hello?" she mumbled into the phone speaker.

"Pan, were you sleeping? Did I wake you up?" Trunks asked with concern.

"No, not at all," She lied as she sat up, fixing her voice by clearing her throat.

"How was school today? Any news or anything new to tell me?" He asked.

"It was good, and no, not really," she nodded, her eyes sleepily fluttering as she tried not to fall asleep while on the phone.

"Pan, I'm coming home in a few days; I'll be back home on Thursday. I'll send you my flight information soon," he explained.

"Awesome, of course," she smiled sleepily through the phone.

"Listen, Pan, I'm going to let you sleep now, okay?" He told her.

"Okay, thank you, Trunks-kun. I miss you," she mused over the phone. His heart skipped a beat with her last 'I miss you'.

" I miss you too; sweet dreams, Pan-chan." He said before hanging up, and heading back to his meeting.

Slowly but surely, Thursday had finally arrived and the raven-haired girl was in a car headed to the airport to see her lavender-haired boyfriend that she hadn't seen in almost one month. The black-haired girl could barely contain her excitement; she hadn't eaten all day and called a cab headed to the airport right after school had ended.

Mid-way through the ride however, received a call from Trunks.

"Hello?" She picked up the phone with concern; if she wasn't mistaken, Trunks still needed to be on his flight.

"Pan, my flight home was cancelled, I'm still in New York," She heard Trunks say.

"You're what? When is the next flight arriving?" Her fluttering heart now sank. Pan knew she'd have to put up with many more long-distance experiences in the future but this was almost unfair to her—the Kais were torturing her.

"Not until tomorrow morning,"

"I'm already in the car headed to the airport!" She laughed tiredly as she shook her head. She almost couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"I'm sorry, Pan. I'll make it up to you, I promise," He told her.

"Okay, okay. I'll see you tomorrow then; message me your arrival time," She instructed to him before hanging up.

"Excuse me, Mr. cab driver, can you please return back to where you picked me up?"

After an uneventful hour towards the airport and then back, Pan finally arrived back to her house.

"Pan, you're back already. Where's Trunks?" Videl asked.

"Still in America. His flight was cancelled," she sighed as she shut the door behind her before kicking off her shoes.

"That's a shame. He'll be home tomorrow then I'm guessing?" Videl replied.

"Yeah. What's there to eat, Mama?" She asked as she made her way to the kitchen.

"Nothing yet. Go upstairs and change, then maybe I can get you some food," Her mother suggested.

"But, I..." Her stomach growled. She trudged upstairs.

Trunks was waiting anxiously in Pan's room. The man decided to take an earlier flight back to Japan, and told her that he was still away only to surprise her when she arrived home. As soon as Trunks arrived, he called up Pan's mother who was immediately on board with his plan. He could no longer wait to see his cute raven-haired beauty.

His heart pace quickened as he heard footsteps coming closer and closer to her bedroom.

"I hate New York," she moaned to herself as she turned the knob open to her bedroom before exclaiming a "Trunks!" She blushed furiously, as her blouse was fully unbuttoned, and her skirt was hanging slackly off her hips.

"Kami-sama, Pan!" He shrieked as he instantly covered his face with his hands. He remained strong-willed, refusing to ogle at her in her striped, tight-fitting pink bra and panties.

"What! So I started changing in the halls; I didn't think anyone would be up here!" She explained as she threw one of her stuffed animals lying on her bed at him.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to surprise you," He apologized as he made his way out.

"Wait," She tugged on his thin sweater he was wearing before he was about to exit her room.

"You lied to me…you said you were still in America. I've missed you," She mumbled into his back as she now hugged him tightly from behind, every inch of her pressing tightly against the man's back.

"I missed you too, Pan-chan," He confessed as he turned around to embrace every bit of her. He then tilted his head down to kiss her; his lips were hovering right above hers before she spoke,

"Get out Trunks, I need to change," and pushed him out the door before he could protest.

"Just wait outside my door," She instructed him. She let out a soprano sigh and ruffled her hair briefly. She was so ill-prepared, frustrated, and even tired, yet was off the walls ecstatic at the thought of being in his warm embrace again. Her Trunks had finally come back home to her, and the lavender-haired man was just behind her bedroom door. Grinning foolishly, the black-haired beauty hastily switched her underwear, pulled on a pair of pyjama shorts and a baggy pullover. She checked herself one last time in her mirror, fixing any stray hairs, and quickly dabbing some lotion over her arms and legs, before letting Trunks back inside.

"Congrats on your admission offer to study abroad," He spoke warmly to Pan as she tiptoed onto his feet, craning her neck forward before pecking his cheek.

"Thank you," She beamed.

"Why didn't you tell me about it yet?" He questioned, now with a less warm tone.

"Don't worry about school, we'll talk about that later," She replied as she locked the door, before pressing her mouth against his jaw, and then pecking his his neck and collarbone through his thin sweater. He pulled her in closer, taking in her sweet, candy-like scent. She instinctively entwined her legs with his. Her hands lurked around his waist, before undoing the drawstring to his joggers.

"...Wait, Pan, we shouldn't. Your parents are home," He whispered nervously, denying how much he wanted her right then and there.

"It's fine if we're quiet and finish quickly," She responded back without hesitation, catching Trunks off-guard as she said so; his complexion reddened at what she'd just said.

"But Pan—" He began to protest before his speech was cut off by the girl's tender lips.

"Please," The words came out hotly over his lips as she detached her own mouth from his; her half-lidded long-lashed eyes, plump cheeks, and pouty lips pleaded to him in desperation. They both knew, just on the basis of her features, that she was silently screaming, begging for him to take her that instant.

He then crashed his lips against hers, biting, and sucking hastily at those pouty lips he'd been without for some time. She then backed him up towards her desk, before he fell into her desk chair. With Pan sitting atop him, he continued biting her plump lips. Her gentle hands began roaming her lover's body aimlessly before they rest on either side of his hips. Her small palms then rubbed over a now-growing bulge that she was almost sitting atop of. His lips then left hers and short, shallow pants escaped the lavender-haired man's lips as she kneaded him more fervently through the fabric.

"I need you now, Trunks," She hissed as he now showered her with kisses along her neck and shoulders. Complying to her demands, he snaked both his hands underneath her cotton shorts before effortlessly pulling them off her. She then reciprocated, dropping his joggers down to his ankles. Now clad in her panties, she grinded against his hardened member through his boxer briefs in a desperate manner. Not a moment later, her panties dropped to the floor along with his boxers. He took no time hesitating, and plunged himself right into her before driving himself into and out of her rapidly on the chair. She bit down hard on her bottom lip as she thrust back into him in unison. It was difficult for Pan to contain her moans, so Trunks pressed his lips against hers, allowing her to moan muffled sounds of pleasure into his mouth.

"M-more…hnnn, please, Trunks," Her lips left his again as she whimpered demands into his ear. He quickened his pace only slightly and dug his hands deeper into the sides of her small hips.

"Y-yes, yes!" She whispered more harshly into her lover's ear, clearly fond of the little adjustments made.

"Just finish me already, Trunks!" She cried as she bounced on top of him at an almost animalistic rate, forgetting her mother was just downstairs.

Taking matters into his own hands, he stood up from the chair with his member still buried deep into her, before making his way to her small, twin-sized bed. She hissed as he threw her onto the bed, detaching his long appendage from inside of her before he lifted her smooth legs to rest over either one of his broad shoulders.

The tip of his member teased her only for a brief moment before the lavender-haired man drove himself into her small opening once again.

The raven-haired beauty's throaty moans were dulled by his mouth as it claimed hers. He violently darted his tongue into and out of her mouth—almost imitating what he was doing to her down below. The great deal passion filled within that young girl's room was almost immeasurable. Sounds of heavy pants and of her hips slapping against his were the only noises heard inside the young girl's room—she could only pray to Dende that no one else could hear any of the risqué noises the two were making. Both were now restless to reach their peak; her hands snaked their way under his sweater and her nails dug into his soft skin. It took nearly seconds before he felt his climax fast approaching. He buried his head into her clothed chest and moaned into her baggy sweater as he finally let his fluids escape him and fill into her, before she too was taken over with pleasure. Her whole body spasmed with her orgasm, and she cried quietly and blissfully into the crane of her lover's neck, being sure not to make any loud noise.

After riding through their climaxes, Trunks pulled back on his briefs and joggers before sinking himself into the girl's bed, and Pan lay there with her bottom still naked, and her long locks sprawled over the sheet, smiling from ear to ear.

"I'm sorry Trunks," She let out a weak laugh as she shook her head, sitting up on her bed.

"Sorry? Why, Pan?" He arched a brow in curiosity as he tied shut the drawstring to his pants.

Pan stood up and carefully pulled back on her her panties and shorts—now quite sore between the legs.

"I told you I'd try to be quiet, and I tried to make it quick…but I didn't…" She mumbled, a timid smile still painted on the young girl's face.

"..Haha, that's fine, Pan-chan, your mother's in the kitchen…she couldn't have heard," He chuckled in response.

"..and I'm also sorry for not telling you earlier about my admission offer," She told him nervously, avoiding to look him in the eye.

"I've decided to study here. I don't want to be away from you, Trunks, if that's okay with you," The black-haired girl confessed to the man, still avoiding eye contact with him.

"Of course," Trunks said as he stared into the girl's chocolate brown eyes, before embracing her petite body.

"Let's go downstairs; I haven't eaten all day!" Pan grinned as she entwined her fingers with his, making her way downstairs with him.

"Alright, Pan-chan," He could only agree with her. If only she knew how much he'd missed her.