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It had been a week since the kiss between Pan and Vegeta had happened. He hasn't spoken to her and has avoided her at all costs. She felt hurt and extremely confused. Especially since she hadn't even gotten to say goodbye.
Bulma gave her an old vacation house in the outskirts of Tokyo, so she could attend college. It was beautiful and deep in the woods with its own gravity room. Bulma said it was only used for her and Vegeta to have a romantic getaway, so she didn't need it anymore.
Pan was just finishing empting the last capsule of her things. She looked around the small house and sighed. The place really looked like home. No matter how empty it still left her feeling.
Pan didn't feel the need to leave her self-pity run away with her, but the need to get in the shower was more than demanding. She had a party to get ready for, and it was all for her. She was finally 18, and she was going away for four long years… maybe longer. It was hard to say. She really did like it out there, even if she was a long way from home and family.
Pan down the hall from the kitchen letting down her hair along the way. She ran her hand through the black mess she called hair as she opened the closet and pulled out a towel. She shut the door and walked into the bathroom, immediately turning the water on to warm up.
It wasn't long until steam began flowing from the shower stall. Her hand felt the water, the heat sent shivers down her spine. Nothing was better than a long hot shower. Stepping into the downpour of water she immediately felt relief and the tension leave her shoulders.
She let the water run down her body and watched it as her mind floated around all the happenings in the last week. But it always seemed to want to stick on one subject. Vegeta.
A small sob escaped but she pushed it all back down. He probably wasn't crying over her, so why should she waste her tears on him. Though no matter what the tears came down her cheeks. What had she done to make him push away from her, was the only question she asked herself.
Her body slid down to the floor of the shower as the sobs racked her body. She cared very much about Vegeta, enough to even say she loved him. But him avoiding her made it seem like he wanted nothing to do with her. That was something she just couldn't handle.
After a few minutes she had finally pulled herself together and stood up, finished her shower and proceeded to get ready without a hitch. She was wearing a long, elegant, and slightly revealing black dress. Her straight black lay across her bareback and gleamed like silk.
While slipping on her long black gloves she looked into the mirror again to check her makeup, perfect. A dazzling smile shone on her face with lips done in dark red lipstick. A knock at the door pulled her away from her reflection.
Her heels clicked on the tile floor as she made her way out to the door. She was surprised when she seen who was standing behind it, only expecting it to be the driver. Trunks with a rose in hand looked at her in amazement. "You look…gorgeous." She couldn't help but turn her head and blush. She thanked him and he held out his hand. Looking back into his eyes she took it and he led her into the limo, still with shock and wonder glazing his eyes over.
The limo ride didn't seem nearly as long as it was. Trunks kept her thinking. Always talk about the business and joking, she just couldn't be bored. Once they arrived, Trunks got out first and helped her out of the vehicle. She was at C.C. Trunks laughed and pulled me along the red carpet, surrounded by camera crews. The flashing lights and yell of questions was too much for her and she hurried like Trunks insisted. He did grow up with all of this, so he knows best.
Once inside the place looked amazing. It was a large brightly lit ballroom, with waltz music coming from the front. She didn't have much time to look around Bulma swept down upon her and took her into her arms. "PAN! You look beautiful!" She kissed her cheek and smiled.
"Bra here?" I asked hesitantly. She hadn't seen her since that day either.
"Not anymore, she just left with her new boyfriend." Bulma's voice was apologetic. Everyone knew what had happened between Bra, Deacon, and Pan. So those two leaving was a good thing for Pan. So she just nodded in response. "Why don't you go dance, I bet there are a lot of men dying to get their hands on you!" Bulma said attempting to cheer the girl up.
Pan listened to the older woman and walked toward the dance floor. She was only half way there when a stranger, who was very attractive, asked her to dance. She danced with him for a few songs and then another stranger came over and danced with her. She talked with them as they waltzed and exchanged partners frequently.
Her latest partner left her in the middle with the promise of drinks. She was very parched. All the laughing and talking and dancing were wearing her out also. She was happy to have a breather.
She was about to start walking toward the side to get out of the when someone wrapped their arms around her from behind making her gasp. "You haven't danced with me yet," he said in her ear.
"Well you should have asked," she turned in the persons grasp and smiled at him. "Trunks." He smiled at her and pulled her closer with his arms still around her waist and her arms wrapped around his neck. The slow music that was on was boring, but with him it wasn't so bad. He moved with the beat slow and steady.
After the song was over Trunks pulled her over to the bar and handed her a glass of champagne. "You know my mother was telling me you were looking for a job."
"Yea, I can't work at the gym anymore and I have to get some kind of income for tuition, books, and food. Thankfully your mom has all the utilities paid and isn't asking for rent, or I'd be out on my ass already." Trunks laughed and brushed her cheek with his hand.
"Mom would never do that or ask for money. Your family and she always takes care of family. The reason I mentioned this it my secretary just quit and I'm in need of a new one at my office in Tokyo. So I wanted to ask you. It'd be nice having you around."
"Well I'd love the job. When do you want me to start?"
"Monday morning sound good?"
"Yep, but as long as it won't affect my school."
"Not a problem." He smiled at her. His smile seemed to falter as he stared at the door. Pan turned to see what had distracted him and her eyes fell on to a shorter man with upswept hair and a scowl that matched his attitude. Her heart began to race, and she started making her way toward him. Trunks didn't follow, but he watched from afar.
Pan watched him as she made her way toward him. He walked toward her card box and dropped a small letter into the box. She had finally made it to him as he just stood there, seeming like he was waiting for her.
She just stared at his back waiting for him to turn and look at her. She could feel the tears welling into her eyes. In the week she hadn't seen him she missed him dearly, and a part of her felt like she was the reason he didn't want to see her.
He finally turned and his eyes made direct contact with hers. They were full of some kind of emotion she couldn't place. He took a step toward her and that's all she needed. She moved as fast as she could and threw her arms around him, holding him to her.
His body seemed to tense as an automatic reflex and relaxed. He pulled her to him and buried her head into her neck, letting her smell fill the empty gap that he had for the last week.
He whispered an apology. He pulled her an arms length away and looked at her. There were tears slipping down her cheeks and he gently wiped them away. "Shh, don't cry. Your make up will run. And you look so very beautiful." She chuckled slightly but did as he asked. Sniffling still she smiled at him.
"I'm glad you came. I thought I made you want to stay away from me." She down shifted and felt the hand that was wiping away her tears pull her chin up so she could look at him.
"You could never do anything to push me away. I just needed some time to think. I figured you did too." She nodded in understanding but pulled her eyes away from his. He pulled her back into he embrace and held her there. She snuggled into the area between his neck and shoulder feeling like that was where she belonged. "Now shall we dance? We are getting strange looks." Pan smiled at him and nodded.
Leading her to the dance floor, he gently took her back into his embrace and danced with her. Neither one of them caring of the eyes on them and they cared just as little. To the world they seemed like two friends dancing and having a good time, but in reality they were both fighting a feeling they didn't think the other would accept.
AN: I thought that was a good spot to stop it. So what's everyone think? I'm looking forward to the reviews. I love these two. They are such a great pairing. I would really love to hear from my readers. Thanks for the reviews so far.
