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Ages- Pan: 16 Marron: 17 Bra: 16 Trunks: 18 Goten: 17 Uub: 18 Mandy: 16 others: that's for me to know and you to pretend

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Chapter 7: The Practice Drill part 2

Pan looked around at the field where she and Trunks had stopped. "Wow," was all she could say. There were flowers everywhere, and the air had the sweet aroma of cherry blossoms.

"How did you find this place?" Pan smiled genially, and Trunks could tell she was taken with the beauty of it all.

"Well, it was sort of an accident. Dad and I got in an argument and I back- talked to him. It was quite ugly. The crater's over there," he pointed out. Pan laughed at the face he made at the memory.

"That's a big hole!"

Trunks rolled his eyes. "Tell me about it... Hey, I just remembered!"

"Huh?"

"There's a lake. Do you want to go swimming?"

"In what- my underwear?" Pan scoffed. Trunks smirked,

"Maybe."

"You're a demented pervert. So, where's the water?"

"Tell that to my hormones," Trunks muttered.

"What was that?"

"I mean, uh, it's that way."

Trunks stripped down and was left with royal blue boxers. Without thinking, the half-saiyan dived in, making a giant wave that trashed Pan's hairdo. She growled when he resurfaced.

"Oops."

"I've never cared too much for this style, anyways," Pan shrugged while unbraiding her hair and letting it fall around her face in a messy heap.

"Did it hurt?"

"What?" Pan asked as if she had never heard that one before.

"When you fell from heaven?"

She just laughed at him. "That, heheheh, is, haha, so old!"

"Beautiful," Trunks breathed. Pan wasn't sure whether or not he was talking about her or the butterfly that blindly landed on her shoulder. 'Off. Now!' She commanded inwardly to the pretty insect. Pan silently admired the creature as it flapped away. She took off her jacket and glanced at the sparkling water.

"Come on in. I already checked for sharks," Trunks called.

"Are you retarded?" Pan questioned and flipped off her sandals. "Heh, sharks in a freshwater lake- ha! I'm glad I hate this dress," she murmured after disrobing herself from it and running to do a cannon ball into the water. She was glad that she had on a tank top and shorts underneath her dress... Even though the shorts were very short...

Trunks scanned the surface to see if Pan had emerged, but she didn't come up for a couple of minutes. He began to worry when something moved behind him.

"What in the name of Kami-"

Pan jumped out of nowhere and dunked Trunks' head underwater. She was in the middle of doing a weird victory dance when a hand grabbed her ankle and yanked. Hard. Pan screamed, but only bubbles came out. Trunks' smirking face appeared, and she reached over to attempt to smack him. Instead, he grabbed her arm and pulled her into a close bear hug. She had no control whatsoever, and her face ended up being pressed against Trunks's. They were crushed against each other. Unfortunately, Pan's mouth had bumped against Trunks's mouth, but not before cracking her skull against his very hard forehead. It was all an accident and Pan hated accidents...

The "kiss" wasn't long but just fast enough to brush lips. If Pan weren't so surprised, she might have pummeled him. Slowly, Trunks floated to get air, taking the stunned female with him. Instead of beating the snot out of him, she appeared to be smiling with matted down hair, rubbing her throbbing forehead. Trunks was glad the girl wasn't pounding him into a non- existent pulp for taking advantage of her little blind moment. In fact, Pan just stared at him in a daze. Not that this was surprising- he had that effect on women.

"Your eyes shine like glazed doughnuts," Trunks commented in a childish manner, trying vigorously not to look below her collarbone. Pan laughed evilly, taking much notice to his little dilemma.

"And YOU look like a drowned rat."

"Hey! At least I gave you a compliment."

"And you're very hard-headed," Pan chuckled as she levitated towards the grassy shore and continued to laugh at him.

"I love you too, honey," Trunks said sarcastically.

The brilliant red sun shone over a placid earth. Pan and Trunks were lying out on the grass, limbs sprawled out, and hair tangled. They found their clothes an hour ago, and were walking towards the bike.

"We should do this more often," Pan said while watching a retarded looking cloud that was shaped exactly like her uncle's face.

"I know what you mean," Trunks said lightly. The two caught sight of his motorcycle. Without warning, Pan had grabbed Trunks' jacket, savagely thrown him against a tree, and preceded to make out with him in the middle of the wilderness. She'd tried to resist, but the 'urge' was too overwhelming. At first, Trunks was too startled to do anything, but after a couple seconds, he responded and crushed Pan's body impossibly close to his.

'"What are you doing with my daughter?!"' Gohan's murderous voice thundered. Trunks abruptly detached himself from Pan. She became alarmed.

"What? What's wrong?"

Trunks went all jittery and freaked out.

"Gohan! He's here, I heard him!"

"Trunks, what are you talking about? Daddy's at work." Pan lifted her hand to his forehead. "Well, you don't have a fever."

"Oh, no. What if I'm hearing voices? I don't want to go to the loony bin!" Trunks cried.

"Uh, I think we'd better go now..."

They arrived at Capsule Corp with Trunks still in shock from Pan's driving. He kept muttering things like "it was such a cute squirrel," and "run, little animals, run!" Pan advised him to take some medicine and get a lot of sleep. Trunks pulled out his keys and walked inside. Amazingly, Bra was waiting on the other end as if she knew exactly when they would return. She beckoned the pair into the house.

"Hey, B," Pan greeted her friend. Trunks tossed his keys on a couch, winked at Pan, and dragged himself up the stairs.

"So, I take it the "date" went well?" Bra teased, playfully. Pan looked out a window and a pink tinge crept up her face. The feeling was very alien to her, but it was an oddly good sensation.

"Yeah, it did. Hey, is it hot in here, or is it just me?" Bra grinned.

"I think it's you. Well, I'd better go. If ya get home late my house, you could end up eating" -cringe- "whatever's left of the leftovers." Pan said while walking towards the door. "I'll call you when I get home, 'k?"

"You'd better fill me in on ALL the details."

Pan stepped outside.

"Don't I always?"

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That chapter was REALLY short. Oh, well.

NEXT TIME:

School's back in, and unfortunately Pan has to deal with a rumor about her and Lavender. And it's not good. How many people will she deck to find the source of the evil gossip? The world will never know- except for me, that is. ;)