Knocks You Down

To Not Love Again [REWRITE]

Chapter Six


Month 3, Day 15

Time: 8:00 AM


The bundled up sleeping figure in the bed, continuously tossed and turn. Ebony tresses were splayed against the silk pillowcase, dainty fingers clutching the blanket over her head to shell themselves away from the harsh sun rays.

A soft groan escaped from her pink lips before her eyes opened and revealed dark irises. She squinted and ignore the faint pounding on her temple and the tingling sensation emitting from her stomach.

She felt different, she felt warm, she felt content.

After resting there for a few minutes, Pan rubbed at her eyes to remove the sleep and she slowly sat up. Much to her surprise, a familiar head of lavender hair was at her desk.

"Trunks..?" She softly mumbled out, question edged in her tone.

Judging based of his posture and relaxed breathing, he was asleep. She knew that once he would awake from his slumber, he would be in pain from the uncomfortable position.

The young woman glanced at the glossy toasted chestnut wooden flooring and emitted a sigh. Tossing aside her blanket, she held back a shiver from the blasting AC.

Slowly, she slid her legs out and her feet met the frigid floor.

"Why is it so cold.." She found herself mumbling that to herself. Her soft voice stood out in the quiet room, she actually relished it.

She spared another glance at the male at her desk, she didn't want to admit it but—she felt empty and incomplete during his two days absence. It was her fault, she knew that. She told him to go away and the inquietude state that followed after his disappearance fucking terrified her.

When she saw him in her drowsy state, she thought it was a dream but it didn't make sense—her dreams didn't make her feel warm and cloudy; her dreams were filled with betrayal, broken promises, and distressing situations. Those dreams—nightmares opened her scars and left her hollow.

Maybe she was getting used to Trunks' presence, she hated it—she didn't want that to happen, that's what she wanted to avoid but so far, things weren't abiding with her.

Imagine her surprise when she woke up at the feeling of another presence in the room and his large warm hands caressing her.

Now that she thought about it, she was a bit miffed out about it but whatever. When she awoke it felt like...she had took sleeping pills. She slept so damn good.

If his hands were around—A heavy breath was exhaled and Pan frozed, she had clearly forgotten about the silent sleeper.

What the hell was she thinking?

Glancing at the clock on her nightstand, it was a little past eight thirty. She didn't know if the president of CC was allowed to be at work whatever time but he could have a meeting or something.

With that in mind, she finally stood up from her bed. This time, a wave of vertigo didn't impact her, which encouraged her to approach the sleeping man.

Compared to her, he didn't awake when she approached. Perhaps, he was really exhausted from work—she didn't know.

She found herself pausing in the action of awakening him. The few strands of lavender hair were sprawled lazily across his face, she resisted the urge to remove them.

Although, his posture was relaxed, the tense area between his brows contradicted that.

"Trunks…" She softly uttered but the male didn't budge a bit.

"Wake up." She spoke that a tad louder, lightly grazing her finger against his warm tan skin. He didn't respond when she spoke but at the skin contact, he did.


The blanket of stars illuminating against the dark night sky, the crickets were doing their routinely cricking. The roof structure was hard against the back of his arms, to avoid any discomfort, he used them as a cushion.

He turned his head in the direction someone was approaching. He didn't sense any ki, but he just knew. He felt comforted by their presence.

The person finally arrived and carefully maneuvered on the roof to where he was. A bright ivory glow surrounded her, he squinted against the rays that were outlining her slender body and brown tresses.

Suddenly, the figure started speaking. The dialogue was incoherent, the sound of burbling bubbles as if he was underwater. The mysterious woman held out her hand and Trunks didn't hesitate in grasping it.

The woman aura was one of serenity and he could trust her.

Next thing he knew, they were transported into a bedroom. The details were blurry around him, he couldn't focus. The woman glow had dissipated and her lips swiftly locked with his.

Dainty hands of hers tugged at his lavender hair and caused a moan to emit from him. The woman's lips moved skillfully against his and he felt vulnerable against the perpetrator.

In the midst of this haze, their clothes had been discarded but Trunks figured the sinful woman had something to do with it.

He took control, gently laying the woman down on the bed, and feeling along her smooth creamy skin. Their moans and grunts filled the silent room at each different position and activity.

Trunks eyes were screwed shut and sweat was resting on his face. The familiar feeling was building up and Trunks didn't want to pull out. He opened his eyes and,

She didn't have a face.

"Wake up."


Trunks eyes shot open, revealing dilated pupils. The T-zone area of his countenance was actually damp from sweat and heat coursing to his cheeks and ears. It took him approximately a minute to process that had been a dream.

His gaze flickered to Pan whose expression was contorted into confusion. "Are you okay?" Her mind had quickly diverted from CC to Trunks' flushed appearance.

Did he have a nightmare?

In response, Trunks lifted his head but winced at the sharp pain that occurred in his neck. "I'm fine." He finally uttered, although his appearance was still flustered.

Silence echoed between them and Trunks finally started to feel cool but the tint in his pants was unnerving and he felt uncomfortable in this atmosphere. Luckily, the desk hid his apparent arousal.

"What—" He started,

"Do you—" She paused, when their voices had intertwined.

"Go ahead." Trunks urged, this was the most she had spoke. "It's almost nine.." She let that statement lingered in the air and Trunks took the hint.

"I have another hour and a half."

"Do you want a ice pack?" Pan asked, her gaze directed on the hand that cradled his neck. Trunks cerulean eyes widened and he stared at her as if she had a miniature version of herself on her shoulder.

He had almost forgot she couldn't see but still…

Pan face screwed up in confusion at his stricken expression. "What?"

Maybe he was surprised she was talking so much? Maybe she had something on her face? Questions ran throughout her mind and she started feeling the familiar surge of doubt.

Little did she know, she wasn't even close.

"Yes, uh, could I use the restroom?" Receiving a nod from the girl, she didn't spare him another glance when she suddenly walked out the room.

Trunks was grateful that she did, he quickly made his way to the bathroom and thanked Kami he had a capsule with extra clothes.

Cold shower it is...

Meanwhile, Pan had distractedly took a pack of peas out of the freezer. In her right hand, she held a note with her mom neat handwriting.

Will be back in a few hours.

Enjoy x

Reading the note made Pan's stomach growl. She also wondered why her mom had a note in the kitchen when she never came down here. Whatever.

She placed the frozen peas on the counter and look at a variety of steaming breakfast on the stove.

Pan wondered who her mom made all of this for since she was slowly recovering, her appetite wasn't even close to what it use to be.

She grabbed a glass bowl and started fixing her meal. The large spoon shook in her hand from the pressure and she placed a scoop of white rice and before she could gather another, she was hit with a wave of dizziness and nausea.

The spoon slipped out of her hand, she barely registered a breeze and another presence until she heard,

"Careful."

Pan heart pounded fiercely against her chest, Trunks warm hand was enclosed around her hand that was holding the bowl. Somehow he had managed to catch the spoon and he set it on the counter.

When the dizziness had subsided, she took the spoon away from him and stepped aside. "I got it." She didn't bother glancing at his expression at her cold tone because she had it, she didn't need him to help her.

"Alright." He stated, but his tone held indifference. He was used to this, she will always be so damn stubborn.

A brief silence spread between the two, Pan continued disregarding his presence and the only sound was the clinking of the dishes as she continued.

Trunks noticed the frozen bags of peas on the counter and grabbed them, he held the chilly plastic bag against his neck and sighed in content.

"Thanks." He muttered, even though it was least likely chance he would receive a response back. He felt like she was closing her electric wall up once again, deterring him each time he tried to get through.

Pan had finally finished fixing her meal and Trunks stood on standby, which earned him a heated glare.

Fine. He had watched her approach the dining table and notice her stumble slightly along the way. Trunks quickly fixed his own food, shuffling to and from the kitchen each time for a new one.

This was sometimes apart of his routine, he had uncomfortably stayed overnight at the Son's house at least four times. He didn't do it purposely but the workplace is exhausting.

Videl had caught on a few times (he figured she checked Pan's room) and she started making extra large quantities of breakfast. Gohan spoke his mind about it and well—Videl won.

It had been only two weeks, yet it felt like more.

Before his excessive trips to kitchen, Trunks had brought Pan a glass of water. Which was still untouched, during his third plate. "You're dehydrated." He stated, sitting down at the dining table. They were sitting next to each other but Pan moved to the head of the small table. Stubborn.

She didn't look at him but she felt his gaze boring into her. The last time she recalled drinking water was a few days ago, she hated that he was right. Ugh.

Pursing her lips, she brought the glass up to them and slowly gulped down the chilling liquid. She automatically felt rejuvenated.

"Thank you." She mumbled while he was in the process of coming out of the kitchen. She had finally glanced at him and noticed he was in a sepia colored suit with a black tie, he had those familiar black fashion round rimmed glasses on.

Trunks mouth quirked up slightly. It was the closest to a smile and it had been awhile. The two had continued their breakfast in silence, the tense atmosphere between them had disputed and replaced with tranquillity of each others presence.

After, Trunks had left. Pan went back up to her room and was surprised at her phone notifications.

14 Unread Messages

3 Missed Video Calls

Bra

Pan we need to talk.


authors note

ok i'm glad i actually thought of this so well. i have a few new ideas...like a villain but idk if i would write it well i will probably do it separately like a sequel maybe

um some moments will be frustrating, i hate to be that author but i want their relationship to buildup. i will try to provide flashbacks from their past so u guys can understand. i don't want anything rushed but i also want their relationship to be...realistic sort of lol ? i don't wanna be silly and let it be like "ooooooh love can fix anything!1¡" but realism, that's just my style guys

LVR4Trunks-n-Vegeta : don't worry trunks x pan is still happening. it's all i'm thinking about when writing this. marron is sort of apart of the plot

* psa: i also am going to edit the beginning chapters, they were messy and seemed rushed. i also have to add trigger warnings

i think that's all...

until next time x