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Summary: Vegeta was -never- blown up. No one died. Frieza was defeated and Pan and Trunks hate each other. What could possibly be more dangerous then two Saiyans roaming around the palace, setting things on fire, and causing much more chaos? How come they're always hanging out if they hate each other?

Friendly reminded, this story is AU :]

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I'm drunk.

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Chapter Eight: Ne Ostavljaj Me Samu

Breakfast was very tense that morning. Pan kept expecting Goku and Vegeta to blink back into the room while they were eating but it never happened. Chi-Chi and Bulma assured their children that their fathers knew what they were doing and that they were keeping safe and had not been harmed. But that did not make Pan any happier knowing that her father had been sneaking around behind her back. She felt betrayed. But Pan decided that it was not important to dwell over her feelings and kept eating her breakfast. Besides she had Trunks to distract her. She didn't know how she felt about him and the kisses they had shared. It was odd, kissing this boy she had known her entire life, but his affections towards her came at a very opportune time. She needed the comfort he provided, she had always felt safe in his arms and she knew she liked him but part of her felt that she was using him for her own needs. She felt like she was using and abusing his feelings towards her, but she knew that wasn't the whole story. She figured that after this was over, if they survived, everything could be straightened out then.

Breakfast passed without incidence, and yet Pan was just realizing that she was trapped here in this section of the palace. She had finally realized that she couldn't leave this area and that made her anxious. She didn't know what to do with her time, deciding she would just sit around and be really bored. This revelation however, made her question what she actually did with her time when she wasn't trapped inside a building that she didn't know when she would be able to leave again. What did she end up doing all day, every day? Maybe she shopped, maybe she spent her whole day getting ready, talking, flirting with boys...she really had no idea. By the end of breakfast, Bra had barely eaten anything and decided she would take up resting for the rest of her day. Goten could do nothing but follow her as he did not want to leave her alone, which everyone seemed grateful for. Everyone needed to look out for each other in these hard times.

Trunks had finished his breakfast and left, but not before kissing his mother on the forehead, giving Chi-Chi a kiss on the cheek, giving Pan a look and leaving the three woman alone, walking through a door on the opposite side of the office and Pan became curious as to what was on the other side. The door was identicle to the door where Pan knew their sleeping quarters was, except it was on the other side of the room. Pan sighed in discontent. She knew she couldn't provide the comfort that her mother needed right now, she was going to leave that up to Bulma, seeing as how the two woman were in the same situation. That meant that Pan would either spend her time alone or with Trunks. She didn't know which one was worse.

Pan stood up, going over to the two older woman and bending between them she gave them both a hug before walking through the door Trunks had just stepped through. It was a lounging room. Go figure. There was an unlit fireplace with a sofa and a chair placed in front of it, a chaise placed on the far end of the room and next to that was a beautifully furnished desk with a lamp placed upon it, a light glow emitting from under the shade and there was Trunks at the desk, leaning back in the chair with his feet propped up onto the desk, casually looking at Pan, as if he had been expecting her. Well, of course he had been expecting her. He knew that she would follow him. Pan rolled her eyes at that thought. Arrogant bastard. But she couldn't help but smile at the view that was placed before her. He looked so royal and elegant, even in such a relaxed pose. The lamp was bouncing off of his fair hair giving it a light glow and she just wanted to run her fingers through it. Pan couldn't help but think how at home he looked, behind a desk, and she couldn't help but imagine him taking over the throne after his father stepped down. But Pan knew that was ages and ages away from happening. So she shook the thoughts from her head and tried to get her seventeen year old mindset back into her head.

Trunks was looking at her curiously now but Pan ignored him and sat down on the sofa in front of the fireplace, tucking her legs up underneath her, resting her arm on the arm rest and placing her head upon her hand. She preferred to not be alone right now, but that didn't mean she wanted to talk. Trunks was drumming his fingers against the desk waiting for Pan to say anything but she didn't. So, Trunks pulled his legs off the desk and stood up, walking over to stand behind the sofa. He placed his hands on the top of the couch and leaned over it to look at Pan but she was only staring at the dull fireplace.

"Pan?" He asked, but she ignored him still.

Trunks walked around to the front of the sofa and sat on the other side of the sofa looking at Pan, "Why are you ignoring me?"

Trunks' only response was Pan blinking. Trunks reached over and flicked some hair out of her face but she still didn't react to him. Trunks practically growled in anger, mad that she was ignoring him. He reached for her feet and ripped them out from under her and brought them into his lap. She seemed slightly startled as she leaned back against the armrest of the couch and Trunks was pleased that she finally gave him a reaction. She was now eyeing him warily as he plucked a boot off of her foot and gave her a challenging look before he tickled her foot. Pan's eyes widened in horror and she couldn't help laughing and pushing away from him at the same time.

"Oh, that means you want me to continue?" He asked, taking off her other boot and tickling that one instead which only brought another squeal of laughter from Pan. Trunks smirked as she tried to pull her foot out of his grasp but she wasn't successful and he continued tickling it.

"More? Really?" Trunks asked playfully, facing Pan now as he knelt on the couch and he gripped both her feet, pulled her closer to him to grip the backs of her knees and proceeded to tickle her there instead. Pan was laughing still but tears were spilling out of her eyes as she half cried from laughter and half cried out of desperation. She didn't know how much longer she could take his tickling as she begged for Trunks to stop.

"Really, Pan? Do you think you can take much more of this torture?" Trunks asked her, still ignoring her pleas and he was now tickling her sides, practically on top of her. Pan gave a howl of laughter as she tried to breath, squirming underneath him, and begging for an end. Trunks decided she had endured enough torture and let up on his tickling slightly.

"Do you really want me to stop?" Trunks asked and Pan laughed.

"Please, I'll do anything!"

Trunks couldn't help but laugh and he stopped tickling her. Pan stopped squirming to get away from him and lay there panting, trying to catch her breath. Trunks was hovering over her and Pan shoved him away so he stood over her on his knees. It was then he noticed that he was between her legs but he tried not to think about it too much and lightly tickled the back of her knees and she ended up slugging his shoulder, "Stop, let me catch my breath." She said, her eyes still closed.

She froze when she felt Trunks leaning over her, his body beginning to press fully against her and she didn't know if she could handle it and placed her open hand upon his chest to stop him from going any further. "Don't." She whispered, willing her eyes to stay closed and not look at his own because she knew once she did she wouldn't able to resist. Trunks stopped moving closer to her but he didn't move away.

"Why?"

Pan sighed, "Because I can't control myself."

Trunks smiled at her, her eye still closed seemingly afraid to open them. But he complied and pulled away from her. As soon as he did Pan sat up and scooted so her back was against the arm rest, knees pulled up to her chest, her body staying facing towards him. Trunks mirrored her position on the other side of the couch except he spread his legs out to take up the remaining space of the couch. Pan seemed to be breathing a sigh of relief as the room turned quiet.

"I miss being a kid."

Trunks almost laughed but he instead snorted at her words, "Why? Do you miss my taunting or what?" He asked her as he still didn't believe she had just said that to him. He had been the kid she hated when she was growing up. Pan spoke up and it was almost as if she knew what he was thinking, and he decided that was a bad thing.

"No, you were a horrible brat don't get me wrong. It's not th-"

She was going to continue and explain to him why she missed her childhood. She didn't miss her childhood because she missed his taunting and hateful glares. Hell no, she hoped she had blocked most of those memories out in favor of her more pleasant memories. She missed being a kid because it was much less stressful than being an adult but Trunks just had to cut her off.

"Well, Panny, I didn't know that sort of thing turned you on. If you miss my taunts that much you could have asked."

Pan growled at the way he said her nickname and could only looked at Trunks in shock and anger before she gave a laugh of indifference, kicked out her leg and dug her heel into his thigh, "What does that have to do with anything?" She asked as she twisted her heel around over his thigh and he grimaced in pain. She smirked, "That is disgusting, that is not where I was going, and don't insinuate what you think turns me on, Trunks." She said, ending her rant with a smile. Trunks could only look at her with a wicked grin on his face when she finished and Pan knew it was because of how she had ended her sentence but he didn't say anything besides, "Please continue."

"Like I said, that's not where I was going. I'm merely stating how being a grown up really isn't all it's cracked up to be. When you're young everything is carefree and innocent. You have no worries or troubles. All of that is lost when you become an adult. Being an adult sucks. Just face the facts." Trunks only nodded slowly in understanding.

"I agree. Let's get back to the discussion at hand though."

Pan looked at him in confusion before he was suddenly pulling her across the couch for the second time that day and Trunks was suddenly straddling her waist and had his hands planted on either side of her face and he was giving her the most devious smile he could muster, "What turns Panny on?" He asked and Pan shoved him away,

"You pervert! One track mind I swear t-"

She cut her rant off and immediately threw Trunks body off of her own, Trunks landing on his back with a groan. He thought that was how his plan would turn out but he decided he would take the chance. He decided he had taken a chance at the wrong time and sat up, rubbing his now throbbing back. He looked over at Pan as she huffed and crossed her arms across her chest, sitting up on the couch once more, "I think you need a good spar and a cold shower."

Trunks smirked, "Care to join me?"

Pan almost screamed.

"What is your problem? Why can't you be more serious?"

Pan asked him her voiced filled with frustration, stress, and anger. She was tired of this childish bickering with him. Yeah, she supposed he was trying to flirt with her but she didn't want her serious conversation that she was trying to have to turn to dirt and run into the gutter every time she said something. She was mumbling incoherent words and Trunks wasn't sure what language she was even speaking. He almost wanted to respond to her questions but immediately decided against it, knowing he would only say something stupid, besides Pan was speaking coherently again.

"Everything was just fine until yesterday. I knew how I felt about you, my father was safe, everyone was happy, our planet was peaceful and then bam. One fucked up dream and a crazy wizard that is out to destroy us all. And then you kissed me. KISSED ME! How did everything get so complicated? I don't understand, one day my life is perfect and then-"

Trunks could barely keep up with her rant now and she just kept going and going. He was also pondering what she was saying. He really didn't know what half the stuff she was talking about had anything to with him. He was staring at her as she began taking huge breaths and he knew she would probably hyperventilate at some point and he really didn't want that to happen again. He was the only one in the room with her and he would immediately be blamed. Plus it pained him to see her ever be harmed and he didn't like the idea of her passing out.

"Pan!" He practically shouted before rising to his knees in front of her and shaking her, "Please calm down, I'm sorry!"

He said it so urgently and with so much pleading in his voice that Pan almost immediately shut up. However, she didn't calm down and was still breathing heavily and beginning to feel more and more lightheaded with every breath she took. Trunks was suddenly gripping her arms tightly and he sighed heavily.

"I'll be more serious if you want me too but I didn't think that was what you needed right now....Pan, I had a very startling revelation yesterday...you can thank your idiot brother..."

He didn't know how to continue, he wasn't sure if he should but he figured he had gotten this far, so why should he stop? She would eventually find out about everything and he didn't feel like he should be holding anything back from her at that moment. Plus, at that point, he would've said anything to calm her down.

"Don't freak out on me okay..."

Trunks released her arms and shook his hands nervously. Pan thought he looked like he was preparing to tell her something very big and revealing and she didn't know how to respond at all. She suddenly didn't want to hear what he had to say. Whatever he was going to say would change everything and it scared her. She was suddenly very nervous as Trunks racked through his brain, clenching and un-clenching his fists as he decided if this was right or not and then suddenly he decided to take the leap and the words were just spilling out of his mouth

"I think I might love you?"

He said it more questioningly rather than stating it. He sounded stupid, he decided. He groaned and gripped his hair with his hands, practically pulling the strands out. He was gripping her arms again. Pan almost wanted to laugh at the disheveled appearance of Trunks before her, his hair sticking out oddly and the scared look on his face but then she realized what he had just told her. Trunks was speaking again already and she really couldn't make much sense of it.

"And then when I kissed you and you didn't push me away, I thought...I thought...and you kissed me earlier today and I thought you might like me too. But Pan I don't want this to ruin our friendship and I don't want to take your focus away from your father, that's not what this is about. I just...Pan, I don't know how to act around you anymore. Do I kiss you, do I not kiss you? Should I touch you, should I stay away? Fuck if I know, I don't know what to do anymore, Pan!"

Trunks didn't know how long he had been rambling but Pan was calm now, but she was just staring at him with this unreadable expression on her face. He wished she would say something, stop him from his stupid speech but she didn't. She just sat there in shock and Trunks sighed. He had fucked up big time and he didn't know how to fix it. He ran his hands through his hair and then down his face as he rose to his feet and began walking towards the door,

"Trunks, Don't...''

He stopped at Pan's words and turned back towards her waiting for her to continue, "Don't leave me alone."

She said this so quietly he wasn't even sure he heard her and then he couldn't help but give her a small smile. He was amazed by her. She was such a strong woman but right now she seemed so fragile. So he walked back over to her and sat down beside her. She immediately placed her arms around his waist and buried her face into his shoulder, afraid that he might try to leave again. Trunks freed his shoulder and she instead buried her face in his chest, afraid to look at him, as he patted her hair down against her scalp, gently running his fingers over her hair.

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I don't know why, but when I think Saiyan or saying something in Saiyan (even though I'm sure there's no Saiyan language) I always, ALWAYS think of them as speaking Albanian or Serbian, something in that area. I have no idea why. I'm just weird.

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