Becca: Haha thanks girl! I'm glad you liked it though trust me it's gonna be a whiiiiile before I'll be able to post it XD

Super Secret Kiss

Pan was drunk and she knew it. It was her 21st birthday so it was high time for her to legally let loose and get as drunk as she wanted. The night was starting to blur together and people came and went through the crowds. Bulla has stayed by her side throughout most of the night, but she had left just a few minutes ago and had sent someone else to more or less babysit her... Which left Pan where she was now.

Trunks wasn't much of a babysitter. Actually, he was probably drunker than Pan was at the current moment. She leaned against his arm with a sigh and closed her eyes. She didn't even know what time it was, but the club was beginning to slow down.

Trunks finished his drink before letting out a long sigh. "Tired? C'mon and I'll walk you to your apartment," he told her.

"You're drunker than I am," Pan mumbled as she stumbled off the bar stool.

Trunks chuckled, "probably," he admitted with a grin.

The two made their way out of the muggy club and out into the chilly October air. They were both a bit wobbly as they staggered down the streets of West City, but the longer they walked in the cool air the more they began to sober up. They walked mostly in comfortable silence, the early morning was quiet before everyone woke up to start the day.

They made it to Pan's apartment safely and Trunks even went stumbled up the stairs with her to her floor as she giggled at their clumsiness. Pan leaned against her door with a long sigh as they finally reached it.

"Bulla tells me that work has been crazy for you lately," Pan said, glancing at Trunks.

"Yeah," he nodded. "We're working on new designs for capsules and so just about everything needs to be changed," he sighed. "It's been a real pain in the ass, the stress is crazy."

"You know, they say sex is the best stress reliever," Pan said. If she had been sober, she wouldn't have even dreamed of saying that, especially to Trunks! But she had alcohol in her system and maybe that gave her the boost of confidence she always desired.

Trunks glanced over at her, his eyes darkening slightly. "I might have heard that before..."

"You know, I've been rather stressed lately myself," she mumbled. "The magazine has spiked in popularity and so there's always so much to do..."

Trunks would have had to been stupid to miss the hint she was implying. If he was sober and in his right mind, he would have chuckled at her and ruffled her hair. But tonight, he felt like for once he should do what he wanted to do- as long as she was willing, of course.

He took a step closer to her, and rested his hand against her door beside her head. He leaned down, his blue eyes sparking with mischief as her dark eyes widened in expectation. Her cheeks turned the prettiest shade of pink and she licked her bottom lip.

"Are you saying we should help each other out?" Trunks asked huskily, raising a lavender eyebrow.

Pan smiled at him coyly. "What a wonderful idea," she practically purred and he felt himself give a slight twitch.

"You sure you're not just drunk?" Trunks whispered with a smirk. Although he would love more than anything to pick her up and throw her on her bed and do whatever it was she was wanting him to do to her... He couldn't do it if she was just simply drunk.

Pan rolled her eyes with a scoff. "You're afraid you're taking advantage of me, aren't you?" She asked, hitting the nail right on the head. "Please, Trunks, you and I both know that if I didn't want you to stay then you would have had your ass kicked down those stairs already," she grinned.

Trunks' smirk stretched because he knew was absolutely right. The woman could definitely take care of herself.

"Plus," Pan reached out, her hand resting on his chest as she traced it downwards to his waist. She took a step closer to him until she was practically pressed up against him. Her hand reached his crotch, where she gave it a gentle rub that caused him to let out a low groan. "I think this is something that you and I have both been wanting for a long while..."

"Friends with benefits?" He whispered in her ear.

"Friends with benefits," she agreed just before his lips crashed against hers. She barely had time to unlock her door before he picking her up and carrying her to her room.

So began her and Trunks' secret. They mostly met up on the weekends, since the week was full of work for the both of them. Pan didn't mind it though, it gave her something to look forward to on the weekends.

There were also times during the week though, when one of them just needed to get off so badly that they just had to meet. It started off as just sex, but soon it turned into flirty texting, which lead to loads of naughty pictures.

Pan had been afraid of their new sexual relationship ruining the friendship they already had, but her worries soon vanished. If anything, the sex had made her and Trunks even better friends. Now there was so much more they could talk about.

The only problem was... Pan wanted more. Her and Trunks were strictly Friends With Benefits, and she didn't like it. She wanted a relationship with him. One where they could go out on dates and kiss in public. But Trunks had been clear ever since that very first night what they were. Pan was afraid that if she suddenly confessed years worth of feelings towards him, then he would either run, or things would become very awkward. And not only would Pan lose the only source of stress relief but she'd lose her best friend as well.

The soft click of her bedroom door shutting stirred Pan from her sleep. She instantly felt that it was Trunks' ki and relaxed. Her eyes were slowly drifting back closed as she listened to him taking off his clothes. He crawled into the bed behind her and Pan could tell he was in nothing but his boxers. His arm found her and wrapped around her middle, his hand slipping inside her shirt and coming up to cup one of her breasts as his nose buried into her dark hair.

"Trunks," Pan mumbled, half asleep. "I'm tired..."

"I'm tired too," his voice was low and husky. "I don't want sex, I just want this," he told her, holding her closer.

Suddenly, Pan didn't feel so tired anymore and her eyes widened as her heart began to race. Trunks must have been serious because she could hear him snoring lightly already. Pan played the words that he had said over and over. She knew normal friends with benefits didn't do stuff like this. They didn't visit the other late at night to just cuddle and sleep... and yet here Trunks was. He had purposely came to her apartment just to sleep be able to sleep in the same bed as her.

It made her heart ache because she just continued to fall deeper and deeper in love with him, and there wasn't a thing she could do about it.

XxXxX

Trunks was twitching. His foot couldn't stop jiggling and his hands kept twisting into fists before he made himself relax. Beside him, Pan sat, rather stiff since she could sense his agitation. On her other side was Bulla, who for the love of god could not shut up about some bastard who had the hots for Pan. It was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. If that bastard only knew what he did to Pan then he wouldn't even think of her. If that punk could only see all the marks that were covered on her body because of him...

"I'm telling you Pan, Juro really likes you!" Bulla was saying. "You should give him a chance."

"I... Um..." Pan said, faltering for words and Trunks felt his eye twitch. "M-maybe..."

Trunks let out an annoyed growl as he stood up suddenly and stormed out of the room.

"What's wrong with him?" Bulla muttered as she glanced at the direction Trunks had stormed off to.

"I don't know..." Pan mumbled, biting her bottom lip. "I'm going to go see..." she stood up quickly before rushing off to where Trunks had went.

Bulla raised her brows as she watched her best friend take off after her brother. She couldn't see how the two of them could be so stupid. They both were madly in love with each other and neither one of them could see it. Bulla just hoped that they worked things out.

It didn't take Pan long at all to find Trunks. He was leaning against her guest room door, his arms folded across his chest to show his aggravation. His eyes were glaring holes at the wall and quietly Pan walked in front of him.

"What's with you?" She asked, raising a dark brow. "Are you just being needy-"

"What do you mean, 'what's with me'?" He snapped, "didn't you hear that shit Bulla was saying about that bastard?"

"About who?" Pan knitted her brows together, "Juro?"

"Whatever the fuck his name is," Trunks hissed.

"Why are you so angry about it?" Pan asked with a huff, her hands coming to rest on her hips. Even if Trunks was in a pissy mood, he didn't have to take it out on her!

He seemed to bristle at her words. "Why the hell wouldn't I be?!" His blue eyes glared at her. "Or could it be that you like that attention? Perhaps you're ready to move-"

"Don't you dare finish that!" Pan snapped at him harshly, and he flinched, knowing that he had about went too far. Her heart was pounding inside of her chest. It hurt that Trunks was acting like this, especially to her, but she also felt so angry! "You have no right to be mad!" She told him hotly.

"No right?!" Trunks shouted, "what the hell do you mean-"

"I mean," Pan cut in, her voice raising to keep level with his. "That you were the one from the very beginning who made it clear that we were just friends with benefits!" She huffed, "if that's all you're ever going to view me as than you have no right to be angry at me!"

"You're the one who said you didn't want to settle down!" Trunks accused.

"When did I ever say that?!" Pan demanded loudly.

"You're birthday!" Trunks growled. "I heard you and Bulla talking and you told her that you didn't want to settle down!"

"Oh my Kami, you are so stupid!" Pan gritted through her teeth at him.

His eyes widened in shock before they narrowed at her. "What-"

He was cut off by her grabbing the front of his shirt and yanking him down so her lips met hers. It was mostly just teeth and it was hard and rough. Pan pulled back, her bottom lip stinging where Trunks' had clipped it when she swooped his head down to meet hers. He looked rather shocked and confused...

"Of all the times you choose to listen to Bulla and I talking you have to choose the wrong moment," Pan muttered up at him. She still hadn't let go of the front of his shirt and she sighed slight. "You're sister was trying to convince me that I needed to let go of you," she told him softly. "Because Trunks, I have been in love with you since we were children."

His eyes widened at the revelation.

"So what you heard was me telling your sister that I didn't want to settle down for less... Meaning, I don't want anyone else other than you. I can't believe-"

Suddenly, his hand grabbed the the back of her neck and his lips were on hers. The kiss was gentler this time, but so much more passionate. He could feel her molding into him and he didn't want to let her go.

"Do you really love me?" He asked when they pulled apart.

"I wonder why sometimes," she teased with a small smile. "But yes, I really love you, Trunks. Sometimes so much it hurts."

He let out a long sigh and kisses her forehead. "I love you," he murmured against her skin. "I love you so damn much..." his lips found hers again and he managed to turn them so Pan was the one leaning up against the door.

"Tonight..." he whispered. "Tonight is the last night I will kiss you in secret," he told her. "Because tomorrow, I am going to make it clear that you're mine."

Pan felt an excited shiver run down her spine as he picked her up suddenly and carried her into her bedroom.