lt;PHunting.
Trunks swallowed while closing his cell. He hated when his mother acted all bossy around, but this time he had the feeling something was very, very wrong.
He closed his eyes and concentrated. She was at the mall. He opened his eyes, he couldn't sense a strong Ki beside her, just many weak Ki signals… but probably the good for nothing nerd was with her.
Chapter 10.
8:00 p.m.
He pondered for a minute about his next move, deciding to go there and call her, when he could see what was she doing. He opened his balcony doors and flew off to the mall.
He landed in the back street and started walking, guided for her ki. She seemed to be stressed and her energy had spiked slightly. He stopped in a halt, frozen at the scene in front of him. He was kissing her! It seemed to be a chaste kiss, but too long.
He smirked, the idiot didn't know how to kiss her… he didn't know how to make her tremble in his arms… he didn't know how to make her want to be kissed all night… he didn't seem to know how to make her open her mouth… idiot! If he could take his place, he would show him how she acted around him… that idiot didn't deserve her.
He grabbed her arm and pulled her away from Zen. "We are leaving, Pan."
Pan gasped in surprise, trying to pull away. "Take your hands off me, Trunks."
Zen looked at Trunks with a disapproving look. He wasn't going to let that man, family friend or not, take his girlfriend away from him. "Didn't you hear she wants you to leave us alone?"
Trunks turned his head and scowled at Zen. "And who's going to stop me? You?"
Pan struggled in his grip. "I'm going to stop you, Trunks. I don't need his help."
Zen frowned at Pan's words, he could handle the situation. "Pan, let me handle this."
Pan shot Zen a glare. "Stay out of this Zen. You CAN'T handle it."
Trunks smirked, now she was mad at Zen. Of course the idiot couldn't handle it.
Zen gritted his teeth. "Pan, shut up for a second, will you? And you!" He said pointing to Trunks. "Let her go! You are not allowed to put a hand on her. You must have my permission."
Both, Trunks and Pan, looked at Zen in shock.
Trunks chuckled. "What?"
Pan took advantage of Trunks' distraction and pushed him away, facing Zen. "It's MY permission what he needs, not yours. What the hell do you think you are? Not even my Dad speaks that way about me!"
Zen narrowed his eyes. "Pan, you are just a girl. Let me handle this as civilized men do."
Trunks raised his eyebrows, a smile playing in his lips. Now he had it coming… he really screwed it, telling that to Pan…
Pan snorted, throwing away Zen's hand. "Ha? Just a girl? I'm stronger than you ever could dream to be… and what's what you said? Civilized? He's not civilized, Zen."
Trunks smirked, grabbing her waist roughly and pulling her close. "What are you going to do, big man? Are you going to fight for her?"
Zen raised his eyebrows. "Fight? Never! Civilized people don't fight."
Pan elbowed Trunks in the ribs and grabbed Zen's collar. "Then, say hello to your ex-girlfriend, Zen. I'm not civilized either."
Trunks double over, while he chuckled. He loved her fiery temper as much as he loved her innocence and caring ways to treat people.
He stared at her running form until she disappeared through the mall's exit. Then, he winked mockingly at Zen. "There she goes… say good bye to your civilized ex-girlfriend. Say good-bye boy, because she won't take you back."
Then, he ran to the exit, shooting off into the night, following close her signature. She was really pissed off, because she was flying at high speed. He had to transform to reach her.
He stopped her in mid-air, wrapping his arms around her. "Where are you going, Pan?"
Pan struggled, trying to elbow him, but he had trapped her arms at her sides. "My mother need us at her office. Something is very urgent. We need to go there, now."
Pan gritted her teeth, knowing it was impossible to fight against Trunks in Super Saiyan form. "What for?"
Trunks tightened his arms, breathing in her ear. "I don't know, but she threatened with telling my father and Gohan to hunt us down if we weren't there in… five minutes, I guess."
Pan stopped struggling. She gulped and voiced stammering. "M.. My… Dad? What for? What happened, Trunks?"
Trunks sighed, unwrapping his arms. "I don't know. She said we were in troubles."
Pan looked at him with wide eyes. "What kind of troubles? Oh! Forget it! I don't want my Dad tracking us. Let's go."
Sweet memories.
Trunks opened Bulma's door for Pan to enter. Pan told him something, but he couldn't answer. His face had gone blank when he looked at Videl, arms crossed and frowning at him.
Pan stopped a few steps ahead from Trunks. Bulma was scowling and her mother was there.
Bulma ordered Trunks to close the door and sit down.
Trunks obeyed. The place looked like an interrogatory room from an action movie… and those were the policewomen… more like FBI.
They sat down in front of Bulma's desk.
Videl and Bulma were looking at them, and Videl was holding some papers in her hands.
Suddenly, Videl threw the papers on the desk, face up, in front of them. "Care to explain? What's this, Pan… Trunks?"
Pan paled and swallowed. The papers were the pictures of Trunks and she… making out? Damn.
Trunks gulped, his hand trembled slightly when he grabbed one of the pictures. Oh My God. He was dead… they were in his office… making out on the couch.
Bulma started tapping the pen on the desk. "Well, Trunks?"
Videl raised her eyebrows. "I thought you two were just friends, Pan."
Consequences.
It had been just 30 minutes… awful. Pan and Trunks had to tell them the truth… there was no way to deny it. Just four pictures and a lot to explain. Two of the pictures were taken in the office, another one when they kissed the first time… and the last one, near the woods…
Finally, Trunks spoke. "We can demand the magazine."
Bulma snorted, picking up the photos. "Of course we can, but we can't avoid the scandal."
Videl crossed her legs and leaned over the desk. "Your image is going to be destroyed, Pan."
Pan paled. If that happened, her grandpa Hercules, her father and her mother would be very embarrassed, along with Chichi and Goten. She looked like a slut on those pictures… all over Trunks and… in a very compromising way…
Trunks blushed, glancing at Pan out of the corner of his eye. It was true… if they demanded the reporters or the magazine wasn't important… both would have to face the consequences, and people didn't forget easily. Pan and her family would have to face the consequences too. "We have to make them disappear."
Bulma shook her head. "It's too late for that, Trunks. They have copies everywhere. There is just a way out."
Trunks dropped his head. "What is it?"
Pan hid her face in her hands. "How?"
Bulma smirked, playing with a strand of hair. "You need to get married."
Trunks choked in his breath and started coughing. "What?"
Pan lifted her head, standing up. "Have you lost your mind, Bulma? That's impossible."
Videl rolled her eyes. "Listen, this is going to be fake. Bulma has a friend and he can arrange everything. You will be out of this before you even know it."
Pan slammed her hands on the desk. "Forget it! I won't marry him!"
Trunks was still shocked. He just looked from Pan to Bulma and then, to Videl. "I don't think that's a good idea Mom. Gohan would kill me first!"
Videl ran her tongue over her lower lip. "Exactly, Trunks. He would kill you…"
One hour later.
Bulma slammed her palms on the desk. "Look, Pan. I'm sorry but I don't have a choice. I will have to call Gohan and if he agrees, then, you will be free to sink in gossips, but you will take us with you, Pan. Think about that."
Pan blinked at her father's name. "Leave my Dad out of this. He doesn't need to know."
Videl sighed in frustration. "First, your father is going to find out as soon as they publish these pictures, second, if he doesn't see the pictures, someone else is going to tell him, third, stop being selfish Pan. This is for your own good."
After a while, Pan accepted, convinced that this was the only way out.
When Bulma handed her the address of her friend, explaining the time difference would help them; Trunks stood up and turned around. "I'm not doing this, Mom. I'm sorry, Videl."
Pan looked at his back in shock. This was so embarrassing. He could have saved her pride, saying that since they started to talk about it.
Bulma glared at him. "What the hell did you say, Trunks?"
Trunks shrugged, not willing to turn around and face the women. "I'm out of this."
He started walking to the door when Bulma yelled. "Stop right there, Trunks."
Trunks stopped, but didn't turn around. "I won't marry a woman that hates me!"
Videl's face softened and a smile spread wide on her lips. "Hate you?"
Bulma and Videl started laughing. He couldn't be so thick and naive… Pan would never hate him, it was so easy to see, she loved him.
Trunks balled his hands and turned around. His face red with embarrassment and anger. "I have tons of women who would love to be my wives, why should I choose her?"
Pan's energy flared and she balled her hands. Her eyes sparkled with anger. "See, Mom? This is a waste of time! I won't marry him either!"
Videl and Bulma panicked, but it didn't last long before Vegeta's deep voice was heard.
"What's happening here? What's wrong with you two, brats, raising and dropping your Ki like that? I thought you were…" He left his sentence unfinished and turned to look at his wife. "And now you two are raising your Ki too. Cannot you leave the brats alone? They can solve whatever they are in."
Bulma narrowed her eyes, then, a smirk played on her face and she grabbed the pictures and threw them to Vegeta. "Oh yeah?"
Vegeta caught the pictures and looked at them. He smirked and threw them on the desk. "I told you, both of you, to never let your senses down. I told you about our acts and weaknesses. You have consequences, now face them."
He turned around, leaving all in shock. Then, he tilted his head to the side and chuckled wickedly. "But I highly doubt, Gohan will think the same…"
He shot off into the sky without turning back, although he would love to see what they would do when Gohan found out.
Bulma opened her cell and handed it to Videl. "Call Gohan."
Videl hesitated, but she ended grabbing the cell.
Pan paled and glared at Trunks, who looked as pale as she. She gritted her teeth and murmured angrily. "Don't just stay there, do something!"
Trunks was shocked. He looked at Videl's fingers pressing the buttons. For a moment he thought about blasting the cell, but Videl's hand was in the way. It was too close and he didn't want to blast her hand.
"Gohan? Look… I… WHAT? Oh, yeah… sure."
She slid the cover of the cell and gave it back to Bulma. "He is two seconds away."
Bulma sat down and crossed her arms, glancing at Videl. They knew this could happen, they had traced a plan, but it wouldn't work, not with Trunks and Pan's attitude…
Pan dropped her weight to the floor. "Oh God!"
Trunks just clenched his fists. He knew what was going to happen next.
Gohan appeared in the open window and hovered in the room. "What happened? Pan! Are you okay?"
Pan looked at him, blushing. He didn't want to know…
Bulma stood up and walked to Gohan's side. "Gohan, come here just a second please."
She motioned for him to go to the adjoining room and Videl followed them, telling Trunks and Pan to stay there, until they came back.
Trunks paled and slumped into the couch. Gohan was going to kill him. He had denied everything and now, Gohan would see the truth in those pictures.
Pan sat down beside him. She didn't want him hurt. "I'm sorry, Trunks. This is my fault too."
He didn't answer. He was far too nervous to apologize or tell her something. "I'm sorry too, Pan. This is going to be hard to explain, firstly to Zenit."
Pan rolled her eyes. "Is Zen, not Zenit… and I don't care about him."
Trunks raised his eyebrows. "You don't need to worry about me, Pan. I'll talk to Gohan."
Pan glared at him. "I'm not worried for you, Jerk."
Gohan stood there in shock. He hadn't seen the pictures, but it wasn't necessary… he struggled to control his energy, but it exploded around him. "Liars! I'm going to kill him… and Pan… Pan won't fool me again!"
Videl stepped in front of him and explained the kids were young and they loved each other in that time.
Gohan slammed his fist on the wall, breaking a hole through it. "Both lied to me!"
Bulma gulped, but didn't let her emotions take over. "And what did you want them to tell you if you were against it?"
Gohan roared, turning around. "They could have tried to tell me the truth! I could have agreed."
Videl shook her head. "Honey… you wouldn't… and they knew it."
Gohan glared at his wife, crossing his arms. "You both knew about this?"
Videl shook her head again. "No, but we know how they feel for each other… I guess everyone can see that, Gohan."
Gohan scowl deepened. "NOT EVERYONE!"
Bulma smiled sweetly. "Calm down, Gohan… if you weren't so worried about Pan and men around her, you would see it too, but don't worry. We have everything solved…"
30 minutes and two explosions later, Gohan calmed down. This was a hell of a day… first, Zen… Then, finding out about Pan and Trunks, and now… they pretended to force them into a fake marriage? "No, I don't agree, Bulma. I'm sorry if those pictures damage your company, but I will not sacrifice my daughter just because they had a… a… relationship in the past. Can't you see that they don't like each other anymore? She is with that boy! And Trunks… well, he has more food than he can chew."
Videl frowned. "Then, you are letting our Pan marry that dumb, instead of Trunks? If she would marry Trunks at least she would be free in six months… I can't say the same about Zen."
Gohan paled. "Is that serious? Is she thinking about marrying Zen?"
Videl didn't answer. She sighed deeply and looked at Bulma.
Bulma sat down in a chair and buried her eyes on Gohan's. "I think you are not understanding the situation at hand, Gohan… Those pictures would damage Pan's reputation."
Gohan was confused. He would rather let Trunks marry his daughter than Zen… at least they didn't like each other anymore, but that would be enough to break up the relationship of Pan and Zen.
He grabbed his hair in anger, then he released a deep sigh and leaned against the wall. "It can't be that bad, Bulma. I don't think some photos of Pan and Trunks kissing would be that bad to Pan's reputation."
Videl looked at Bulma and nodded her head, whispering "Tell him, Bulma."
Bulma swallowed and stretched out her hand, pointing out to a chair. "Fine. Sit down, Gohan."
Bulma waited until Gohan sat down and raised her voice softly, pausing every word. "Those pictures are not exactly… innocents, Gohan. Kissing wouldn't be enough to describe them… you see… they were making…"
Gohan stood up and left the room, making Bulma swallow the last word.
Videl ran after him, shouting with worry. "Wait, Gohan. They didn't even want to get married!"
Then, Videl raised an eyebrow and smiled mischievously. Then, she yelled as loud as she could. "Trunks doesn't want to marry her"
Bulma slapped Videl' shoulder. "Don't tell him that! He's gonna kill him!"
Videl smiled wickedly. "Trust me, Bulma, he won't. I know him."
Gohan stormed in the room, startling Pan and Trunks. He appeared in front of Trunks and grabbed him by the neck shouting curses at him.
Pan looked at them in panic as Gohan's energy broke the crystals of every window in Bulma's office. Gohan cried out and took off with Trunks in his grip.
Vegeta smirked and flew off, stopping near the fight. He crossed his arms watching a very pissed off Gohan, beating his son.
15 minutes later, Gohan returned to CC with an unconscious Trunks on his shoulders. He threw him on the floor and glared at a crying Pan.
Pan looked at him with red eyes. "You didn't need to do that! It's my fault too! He did nothing against my will and you almost kill him!"
Gohan gritted his teeth. "I know that. But it's still wrong!"
Pan rushed to Trunks side but Gohan grabbed her arm and stopped her. "Why the hell did you do that?"
Pan closed her eyes, crying all the time. "Because I thought I loved him!" Then she raised her free hand and covered her mouth.
Gohan roared and bent to slap Trunks. "Wake up!"
Trunks' eyes fluttered open, pain crushing his body. His lungs lacked air. He spat out some blood and placed a hand on his ribs.
Gohan threw a furious look at Trunks. "You are going to marry my daughter, did you hear me?"
Trunks opened his mouth in shock and glanced at Pan.
Pan stepped back trying to break free from her father's strong grip. "No! I won't marry him!"
Gohan turned around violently. "I didn't ask your opinion, Pan. You are getting married today if we can find someone who…" He trailed off and looked at Bulma. "You said you had a friend in Denver, right?"
Bulma nodded."Yeah, I already told him. If we hurry up, I mean, if they got there in less than an hour, he could help us…" She checked the time in her wrist watch and bit her lip, making a quick conversion. "10:45 pm… it means in Denver is five forty-five in the morning… They would have to fly there at high speed and he could marry them with yesterday night's date."
Gohan turned to look at Pan and asked Trunks. "Do you have something to say?"
Trunks breathed, wiping off the blood off his mouth and neck. "I don't think we should marry… Gohan."
Gohan let go of Pan's arm and grabbed Trunks' neck again. "Repeat that Trunks, and you will die slowly."
Pan covered her mouth, looking at her Dad and Trunks with panic all over her face.
Trunks didn't want to fight him, he would do the same if he had a daughter… more or less… but an angry Saiyan father, firstly Gohan and his hidden power, was something not to toy with. "I'll marry her, if she wants to."
Gohan dropped Trunks and walked closer to Pan. "You are marrying Trunks, now."
Pan kept silent. Nothing she could say would change Gohan's mind. She nodded, wiping off her face. She didn't even look at Trunks. "I need to change."
Gohan grunted and spat out with sarcasm. "There's no time to buy a wedding dress for you to change, Pan."
Pan turned around, pointing to her clothes. "We are not flying like this."
Bulma stepped in. "Trunks, you have a wardrobe here, change your clothes. And you, Pan, come with me. I think I have something of your size too."
Gohan tapped his foot on the floor while Videl tried to calm him down, before going to Pan side.
Fifteen minutes later, Pan walked in, clad in a short white with blue patterns dress, and high heels. She looked at her parents that seemed to be in shock. She was red from embarrassment, even when Bulma's dress didn't look as short in her as in Bulma.
Videl spoke first. "Honey! You look wonderful!"
Trunks came in a second later. He stopped in the door. His eyes wide in shock. Was it Pan? The same Pan he knew?
Gohan looked at him and crossed his arms. "Close your mouth, Trunks. You are drooling. Remember this marriage is FAKE. You are not going to touch her again, understood?"
Trunks nodded, looking at the floor. "I wouldn't do that, Gohan. Remember I didn't want to m…"
Pan cut him off with a loud voice. "And I wouldn't let you, JERK!"
Gohan relaxed for the first time in the night. Good, they didn't like each other anymore…
A Quick Marriage.
Denver 6.00 a.m.
Marriage was signed in Denver with the last date they had. Monday at four p.m. They had to hurry if they didn't want to get caught. Bulma had arranged everything. Videl had bought the rings and Bulma made the reservations to Hawaii. Once there, Bulma gave them the hotel reservations, saying they need to have a honey moon, so The Press would believe it. Besides, this time off would be just perfect to avoid The Press around CC.
Pan didn't even look at the tickets and the papers Bulma handed them.
Bulma had planned to have an interview with the Media, before the Magazine revealed the pictures. She had even called the reporters, but they had apologized, telling her someone has stolen their files.
Everything was in order now. She just needed to talk to Bra. Videl would talk to Goten, Chichi and Mr. Satan. They would have enough time to explain things at the Z gang. They left to Hawaii at 6:40 Denver time, but at CC it would be almost mid night.
Honey Moon.
Hawaii. Wednesday 1 a.m.
Both were exhausted. They flew at maximum speed, just to get to Hawaii quickly. Pan sighed, checking her wrist watch, at least the time difference between Satan City and Hawaii, wasn't so hard to handle. Hawaii was just an hour ahead… at Capsule Corporation it would be Midnight by now… but still Tuesday. Damn… she was married now… with a man that didn't love her…
Trunks face wasn't so hurt. Gohan had been too smart to hit everywhere except his face, thinking Trunks would need a good face for the picture, if there was a picture… Gohan didn't want him to eat a senzu bean… Son of a… he didn't deserve to feel good.
Pan threw her body on the mattress. She was so tired…
Trunks winced when removing his jacket. Every limb of his body tingled with pain. He removed his shirt slowly and sat down on the bed.
Pan glanced at him. He wasn't planning to sleep in her bed… was he? "Oh my God!"
She yelled when she looked at his back, bruises and cuts everywhere. He had taken her father's anger, without fighting back.
He felt her gaze on his back and stood up with so much effort. "Don't worry, Pan. I'll sleep on the couch."
She blinked in confusion and her eyes scanned the room. She hadn't notice it was a luxurious honeymooners suite… the best of the best… The bed was huge and beautiful. She looked at the couch and then, to Trunks. "Trunks, wait."
He stopped in his way to the couch, but didn't turn around. "…"
Pan looked at the empty spot beside her. "We can share the bed… you are in no condition to sleep on the couch."
Trunks closed his eyes and kept walking. "No, thanks."
She gritted her teeth. How dare he to reject her? She wasn't throwing herself at him! She was just trying to be kind. "You are an asshole, Trunks! I just wanted to help you!"
Trunks turned around. His eyes half-closing. "I'm fine."
She jumped off the bed and grabbed his waist, trying to help him walk to the bed. "No, you are not."
He let her do it. His body ached when she pushed him softly to the bed. "Ouch."
Pan smiled, looking at his chest. He was smashed, it wasn't only the fight, he had had to fly to Denver and then, to Hawaii, with no rest at all.
She rummaged through her purse, looking for a capsule. "I knew I had one!"
The threw the capsule to the floor and kneeled down, opening the first aid kit.
Trunks flinched, feeling her hands on his wounds. He didn't want her to touch him, he really didn't…
Recurrent thoughts.
She looked at her reflection on the mirror. She wasn't going to sleep dressed like that… She glanced at the bathroom and grinned. Trunks was already sleeping when she walked out of the bathroom clad in the white bathrobe. She climbed on the bed and slid under the covers… it was going to be a long night…
HER THOUGHTS.
What did she do wrong? Maybe she had hoped too much. She thought they had a relationship, when maybe he didn't even know what was what he wanted…
She thought they feel the same… but he wasn't involved with her, he didn't feel the same and he had told her so. What a fool she had been… She had waited day after day, and he hadn't called. He hadn't even tell her once, just once, that he loved her.
Marrying wasn't an option, and he had the guts to say "Why would I choose her?" Asshole… "I won't marry a woman that hates me." Yeah, sure…
HIS THOUGHTS.
Was he afraid of commitment? No… he was frustrated… women see him as high quality dating and husband material. He kept running into the same kind of women. Women who wanted to catch him, wanting his attention, and sometimes his money… okay, most of the time was his money and his fame. Needy, emotional and possessive women… and now that he had found the woman he wanted to be with, the right woman for him… her father broke what they had… and of course, she thought she was better off without him. Fuck! Just when he was dating the woman he could share all his emotions and roots with… the woman who made him always feel special and not just "eligible"… he wanted no one else, and now she was dating someone else… well, that probably was a sign that she wasn't the one, but, he wanted her to be the one… maybe, if he had talked about his feelings before, but he didn't, and now they were trapped and he would die first before forcing her into marry him without love… well, they had married, but he wouldn't force her to live with him as a married couple.
The morning after.
He opened his eyes and winced. His ribs were killing him, he probably had four broken ribs or more. "Ouch"
The bandage must be too tight because it was crushing him. He raised an arm and felt something drop next to him. He turned his head to the side and gasped. "Pan."
She mumbled something in her sleep and wrapped her arms tighter around Trunks.
Trunks felt like a ton of needles had pinched his skin. "Oh my God, Oh my God, Pan… Move…"
Pan brushed her lips slightly over his chest and he inhaled sharply. Another ton of needles, but this time lower… "Pan! Wake up!"
She opened her eyes, feeling her eyelids heavy and then, she pushed him off the bed roughly. "Why the hell are you so close?"
Trunks screamed in pain when his side crashed on the carpeted floor. "Argh… ouch… Pan!"
She bit her lower lip. She had hurt him… he was breathless. "Oh my God, Trunks. I'm so sorry!"
He opened an eye and looked at her. "I'm fine."
She jumped off the bed, picking up another capsule. "I'm sure I have one…"
He pushed his elbow on the floor. "Pan, please, just let me rest… I'm fine."
She glared at him. "No! you are not! Shut up for a moment and let me find something."
Five minutes later, she kneeled, grinning. She picked up a Senzu bean and ran to his side. She pressed her fingers at Trunks mouth, forcing him to open his mouth. "Open your mouth and swallow it, Trunks."
He swallowed the senzu, feeling how the pain disappeared and his energy was restored. "Thank you."
She stood up, placing her hands on her hips. "I did it just for the pleasure to blast you a couple of times, so, don't thank me."
He didn't reply, but the blush on his face told her something wasn't right.
His eyes traveled from her neck to her thighs and then, he turned his head to the side, blushing red crimson.
She narrowed her eyes and followed the path his eyes had traveled. "Oh My God! I'm going to kill you, Trunks."
She closed the bathrobe and ran to the bathroom. Damn it. Perfect… just perfect… Her bathrobe slid open and she didn't even feel it… of course, she had her underwear on, and the bathrobe was just slightly open, but even though… it was too revealing.
He stood there, laying on the floor, wondering what should he do.
The best joke.
CC. Wednesday. 8 a.m.
Bra stood up and blinked a few times, before she bent down, clutching her stomach. "Ha ha ha, that's the best joke I've heard, Mom."
Bulma smirked. "Laugh all you want, but it's true. Wanna see the proofs?"
Bra stopped laughing. "You are kidding me, aren't you? Okay, show me."
Bulma grabbed the folder and smirked. "The answer to your next question is No, it's not a photomontage. They are real and The Press will publish them very soon."
Bra grabbed the folder. She gasped looking at the first one. "It can't be true…"
Bulma pushed her lips in a pout. "Come on… see the next one…"
Bra put the first one on the table and looked at the next picture. "Oh Shit!"
She looked at the next too and dropped the pictures, covering her face with her hands. "Oh my God!"
Goten reacted as shocked as Bra, with a slight difference. He cursed Trunks aloud. Now he understood what was Trunks talking about…
"Why don't you ask her?"
"I don't want to forget about her"
"I'm screwed."
"She lied to you…"
He left, slamming the door. He needed time to think. He needed to relax. At least Trunks had told him the truth… almost.
Press
CC. Wednesday 9 a.m.
Bulma called a Press conference to announce Trunks was in his honeymoon and she would take charge of the company for a couple of weeks.
One of the reporters paled. Damn it… if they had listened to him, those pictures would have made them rich… but it wasn't too late… if the pictures were published in the next edition. Damn it, the magazine's next edition would be next Friday. Maybe they could edit an early edition…
Shopping.
(Hawaii. Wednesday, 10 a.m.)
He stretched out his hand and placed the credit card on the counter. They had no clothes with them, and he had offered to go to the mall and buy something to wear those days. He didn't even know how long they were staying.
"Eleven days more?" Pan shouted.
Trunks frowned. "Just take it as vacations, Pan."
She fumed, slamming close the door of their suite. "I don't want to be here eleven days!"
Trunks looked at her sternly. "You don't want to be here ten days or you don't want to be here WITH ME ten days?"
She tightened her lips in a single think line. "Both."
Trunks sighed. "They want us out of The Press, Pan. That way we won't be harassed by The Press."
Pan crossed her arms stubbornly. "I don't care. I don't want to stay that longer."
Trunks frowned, mimicking her stance. "Well, I'm sorry to be that terrible, Pan, but we are stuck here for another eleven days."
Pan stomped her feet on the floor. "I'm flying back home, then."
Trunks grabbed her arm and narrowed his eyes. "Oh, no… If I'm stuck, you are stuck. You are not walking out on me."
Pan slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me! I don't want your filthy hands on me!"
He frowned, but then, a smirk found its way to his face. "Oh, I see… Now they are filthy? You used to love them, Pan."
Pan brows furrowed and she puffed, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. "That was when I was an idiot, Trunks. Now I don't want you near me…"
Trunks shrugged. "Then, I will try to be as far as I can."
Hawaii. Thursday.
Pan frowned, looking at him. "What do you mean we have to show up?"
He rolled his eyes to the back of his head. "It means we have to go out and enjoy our time here."
She snorted, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. "Enjoy? You must be kidding me."
He tightened his lips in a thin line and looked at the side. "Look, I know I'm not like the one you would want to be with but you don't need to rub it on my face, we need to do this together."
She bit her lower lip and lowered her head. "I didn't mean it like that."
He narrowed his eyes and turned his back to her. "I know you Pan and I know you want to be out of this as soon as it can be possible."
She narrowed her eyes almost at the same time and moved closer to him. "You are not better than I am, Trunks. Do you really want to be out there and act as if nothing had happened?"
He turned around and held her gaze. "Why not? We used to be friends and friends do that."
She raised her hand, showing him the ring on her finger. "Are you forgetting this?"
He smirked, looking at her hand. "No, and The Press won't let us forget it, any time soon."
She sighed and crossed her arms. "Fine, where are we going today?"
He turned around to hide his smile. "To the beach?"
News.
The Mall. Sunday, 11 a.m.
Bulma picked up the phone and leaned back on her seat.
"Did you get them?"
"Fine! I'll be at home in fifteen minutes. We'll see them together."
She hung up and dialed Videl's number. "Bra got them. See you at CC in 15 minutes."
"Yeah, I hope so."
The cover had the first picture of Trunks and Pan on it.
Bra relaxed on the couch with the magazine in her hands. Videl leaned in the back of the seat with her eyes glued on the cover of the magazine.
Bulma just rolled her eyes and sipped a can of soda. "Start reading Bra."
Bra nodded and slid her finger over the page.
"The secret love story of Trunks Briefs. Read everything about his past love life and his last relationship. Meet the girl who finally caught him."
THE FIGHTER
The multibillionaire CEO of Capsule Corporation, Trunks Briefs, studied martial arts since he was a kid. It's well known that his father is a martial artist…
Bulma rolled her eyes and waved her hand to Bra. "Skip it. Go to the next subtitle."
Bra shrugged and turned the page.
"THE GENIUS"
Son of the extravagant, beautiful and smart, Bulma Briefs, considered a genius like her father, the inventor of the Hoi Poi Capsules and owner of Capsule Corporation. He took after her mother's steps, becoming a businessman and The President of Capsule Corporation since he was…"
Bulma started patting her fingers on the glass and cut Bra off. "Skip it."
Bra, tightened her lips and turned the page.
"HIS LOVE LIFE"
His love life has been known around the world. Every woman in the country had dreamt of dating him and many women did, but they never succeed in keeping him. Top models, business women, actresses…"
Bulma slammed the glass on the table and yelled. "Skip it, Bra! Go to the main subject!"
Bra frowned, but obeyed Bulma, turning again the page.
Bra started to read in silence, but Videl bit her lip and raised her voice. "Read aloud, Bra! I'm too nervous to read by myself."
Bra rolled her eyes again. If they could just agree with each other…
"BACHELOR'S LIFE"
"He stopped dating public figures a long time ago, due to the excessive work as CEO. It was hard to spot him with a woman. He was seen few times with the same woman at CC receptions…"
Bra trailed off and smirked. "I know, I know. I'll skip it."
Then, she ran her eyes over the page and blinked a few times, starting to read excitedly.
"ARRANGED MARRIAGE, LOVE OR LUST"
Bulma squealed with joy, jumping up and down the couch. "That's it, that's it. Read it, Bra!"
Videl bit her lip again, a little too hard and raised her hand to rub her swollen lip. "Go on, Bra."
Bra smiled and raised her legs, leaning her back on the arm of the couch. The magazine on her lap, while her vivid eyes ran hungrily over the paragraphs.
"So many women dreamt with Trunks Briefs, a man who seemed to have everything, everything but love… now we know that he found someone, someone very special."
"The secret woman in his life is not a model or a star… she is a common girl, the granddaughter of the savior of Earth: Mr. Satan. Granddaughter of the Martial Artist, Son Goku. She comes from a family of fighters, her grandmother was the winner of a tournament too, where she married the champion, Son Goku. Her name is Pan, Son Pan."
"Her father is a successful science man and a martial artist too, as her mother, the daughter of our local hero, Mr. Satan. Her mother collaborated with the Police Station for a long time."
"This girl, Pan, is a fighter too and she worked at Capsule Corporation as Trunks Briefs' personal assistant."
"Their families had known each other since Bulma Briefs and Son Goku were teenagers. So, it could be that their families arranged this marriage? Why so sudden?"
"She is not the kind of woman that Trunks Briefs would date, then, maybe it is love… but, why keep it as a secret? But then again, some pictures taken more than two months ago, show that they were in a relationship since she started working at CC. So… is it lust? Some passionate scenes show that they enjoyed their time together."
"Some sorts revealed they had a fight and she stopped working at CC. It seems the fight was the little push they needed… or could it be that an heir is coming? Judge yourself…"
Unchained Anger.
Pan threw the magazine to the floor. "DAMN IT!"
Trunks winced, covering his ears. He opened the bathroom door and peeked outside, looking at a very angry Pan, walking around the suite and cursing out loud.
He rolled his eyes and closed the door again, yelling from inside. "What is it, Pan?"
Pan fumed and slammed her hand on the bathroom door. "You are in the Cover of a Magazine!"
Trunks backed down, looking at the door. She was really angry. She had hit the door with enough force to break it. Then he smirked. "Alone?"
Pan pushed the door again, not giving a damn if he was decent or not. "NO!"
Trunks chuckled, backing another step while wrapping a towel around his waist. "Who's with me?"
The hinges of the door broke when she pushed the door harder. "You know damn well who!"
She looked at Trunks in front of her. He had a look of amusement on his face. She stepped forward, placing a finger on his bare chest. "Don't you dare to laugh, Trunks!"
Trunks tightened his lips. Honestly… containing the fits of laughter was hard, even for him. He raised his hands to the sides of his head, defensively. "I won't."
She narrowed her eyes, waiting for his laugh to emerge. Then, she pulled back her hand. She could feel the tip of her finger wet. She looked down at his chest and blushed. Damn, Damn, Damn luck! He was almost naked in front of her. "You are a perv, Trunks."
Then, he couldn't hold it any longer and started laughing. "Ha ha ha"
She gritted her teeth and slammed herself against his body, gripping his wrists with her hands. "I told you NOT to laugh!"
He smirked and using his body strength, he turned around quickly, trapping her between his body and the wash basin.
She still had her hands firmly around his wrists. "What the hell do you think you are doing?"
He couldn't help it. He leaned closer, until his lips were an inch away from her ear. "Look who's talking… You bang on the door, step in the middle of MY shower, giving me no time to even wrap a towel around me and slam yourself against me, immobilizing me… and you dare to say I AM the perv?"
Pan was angry, but his slow breathing and the hot air tickling her ears made her closer her eyes, until she heard what he said… She tried to push him away, but she was still trapped, and she was still gripping his wrists. "Let go of me, Trunks!"
He chuckled, brushing accidentally his lips over her ear. "Let go? You are the one holding me, Pan."
She stiffened and stopped pushing. He was right… damn it. She let go of him, feeling that her face had a crimson tint on it.
He almost bit his lower lip. He didn't want her to pull away. "Relax, Pan. This is called Self-Defense"
She snorted and pushed past him, walking out the bathroom. "That's called being a perv."
He chuckled and looked at her back. "You are not angry, are you?"
She gritted her teeth and turned around. "Yes. I am very angry."
He raised an eyebrow and placed a hand on his waist, holding the towel while the other was raised, pointing directly to her top. "You are wet…"
She blushed deeper, while she looked at her chest. "Well, now THIS is your fault. You dried yourself on me!"
He bared his teeth in a very sarcastic smile. His eyes shone brightly. "You slam yourself to me first, Pan…"
She cursed under her breath and moved to turn around. His next words made her stop…
"If you wanted to see me almost naked or you wanted to touch me… you could have asked…"
She turned around completely and looked at him in shock, then, she knitted her eyebrows together forming a scowl.
This time she cursed very loud and disappeared, reappearing an inch away from him. "You are an asshole. That's not true! Why would I want to do that, eh?"
He pushed his mouth to the side in a half-smile. "Maybe because you think I'm sexy… and handsome…"
She punched his stomach, shutting daggers at him. "That's not true!"
He ouched playfully and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. "You know it's true… Even my Mom heard you, Pan." He smirked, with a flirtatious look. "Now, you don't need to be shy about it… I wouldn't say no to you, you are my wife after all…"
She knew her face couldn't be redder than it already was, he was teasing her mercilessly and he knew it… he was enjoying it, indeed. "I'm not your wife."
He smirked, looking at her eyes. "Yes… you are."
She tried to pull away. "But you know that's fake!"
He lifted her face with a hand. "That's only because we said it would be fake… but it's not."
She turned her face to the side, avoiding his eyes. "Stop your teasing games, Trunks. What I did, has nothing to do with it, it was just… an outburst."
He didn't let go of her, applying pressure on her chin to make her turn and look at him. "It means I could do the same to you?"
She opened her mouth to whisper. "What?"
He smiled, getting close to her mouth. "I'm asking you if I could bang at your door, break it and step in the middle of your shower…"
Her mouth opened in a big O and then, she pushed him away with all her strength. "Of course not!"
Then, she opened her mouth even more and turned around. "Oh my God!"
He chuckled, but after a few seconds, he frowned. Something was missing… and her words… He looked down and blushed, Damn it! He didn't even felt the towel sliding off his waist. He bent down and picked it quickly, moving to the side. All the teasing and he resulted to be the looser… Damn towel…
Bad Idea.
She pretended to be watching TV. She didn't want to look at him. Damn it, he was right… she had been the intruder… and he had all the right to do the same…
He smirked, looking at the door. She didn't notice the door was broken, it would be just great to see her trying to shower. The maid had cleaned their room in the morning, so they wouldn't check on them until tomorrow or… when someone reported the door…
He slumped on the bed and looked at her. "What about a walk on the beach?"
She nodded, sighing as she stood up, but then, she looked at the floor. She had forgotten the main reason of her anger… "No, I'm not coming out today."
He raised a curious eyebrow. "Why?"
She rolled her eyes and pointed out to the floor. "That's why."
He straightened to a sitting position and chuckled. He stood up and picked up what was left of the magazine.
He sat down again, beside her and started looking for the reportage. Bad idea… he blushed when the first picture of them appeared, then a very well known feeling kicked his stomach. They were no longer together, the pictures weren't supposed to turn him on.
He stood up, giving her his back. "You are right, we should stay."
She looked at him in confusion, just to turn her face to the TV set again. "You don't want to be seen with me."
He rolled his eyes, walking to the bed. "Of course not, Pan. I wanted to get out, remember? I just wanted to make it easier for you. In fact, we need to be seen together."
She turned off the TV and stood up. "Fine."
Revenge.
They were out all day and it was a surprise to see that not even a single reporter had spotted them. They had dinner early and came back to the suite.
Pan picked up a pair of sweets and a black top, stepping in the bathroom.
Trunks smirked, waiting for the outburst.
She tried to close the door and gasped in shock. "What the…"
He glanced at her, singing his next words. "You broke it."
She put her clothes on the shelf and glared at him. "Of course not."
He gave her a mocking look and returned his eyes to the newspaper he was reading. "Oh yes, you did."
She frowned, trying to fix the door. "Come here and help me, Trunks!"
He chuckled, trying to find what he was reading before. "Sorry… I'm awfully tired. Just call the hotel maintenance department and ask them to fix it."
She looked at him with wide eyes, still holding the door. "What? No way! What are they going to say?"
He smiled wickedly. "I don't think you want to know that."
She slammed her bare foot on the tiles. "Just help me!"
He stood up and looked at the hinges, then at her. "Nothing I can do, Pan."
She gritted her teeth. "And how am I supposed to shower, eh?"
He shrugged. "Do you want me to hold the door or what?"
She narrowed her eyes, squeezing the sides of the door. "Get out! And don't look!"
He rolled his eyes, returning to the bed. "I'm not that needy, Pan. I wouldn't look even if you pay for it."
She slammed the door, trying to put it back in the frame. "Asshole! Get out!"
He looked at her slyly. "I'm out…"
He chuckled, pretending he didn't hear the "You know what I mean."
It had been the shortest shower she had taken in her whole life. She knew he was respectful, but she didn't know what to expect if he wanted revenge. She peeked out the door. He wasn't there. She pushed the door to the side and scanned the room. No, he wasn't there. She sensed for his energy, but he was hiding from her. A sudden thought clouded her mind. What if he was out there with a woman? No, he couldn't be such an asshole… could he?
She threw her body on the bed and turned on the TV, but after some minutes she turned it off. She couldn't even concentrate… she grunted and walked to the door, opening it. Just when she was going to walk out, she sensed his energy raising and turned around. That jerk... there he was, in the balcony, with a look of amusement on his face.
He winked at her. "Surprised? Did you miss me?"
She gritted her teeth and then, smiled softly, waling to the balcony doors.
He raised an eyebrow, not sure what she was up to. Then, he blinked. The little traitor… she had locked the balcony's doors.
He crossed his arms and smirked. "Do you really think that's going to stop me, Pan?"
She grinned, jumping on the bed. "No."
He grinned back. Oh yes… he loved her temper, he was going to enjoy this time off the office…
ROOM SERVICE
"Room Service."
She looked at the door and pushed her legs off and down the bed. This wasn't supposed to happen. The hotel staff needed permission to access, and whoever was at the door had opened it…
She looked at the employee in shock. The employee blushed and walked to the bathroom, placing his tool kit on the floor.
She was going to speak when her eyes noticed someone walking by the door.
Trunks grinned evilly and leaned on the wall. "Hi, honey… I thought you were downstairs, shopping as usual… who would have thought you finished in less than… two hours…"
Her face reddened in anger. That was the worst line he had came up with in the last days… he was trying to make her look like an airy head. She glared at him when he looked up from his wrist watch.
Trunks smirked and walked to the bathroom, looking at her from head to toe. "I would appreciate if you don't talk about this incident, women have a wild temper, you know…"
The worker's blush deepened and he forced his eyes to stay glued to the door, focused on the hinges. He nodded at Trunks' petition. "Of course, Mr. Briefs, I won't say a thing."
Pan opened her mouth and closed it, wearing a scowl. She glared at Trunks and then, turned her gaze to the worker. Son of a bitch… she just couldn't believe it… how dare he to… to… say that! This was their honey moon and he was implying she was sex driven! She was going to kill him.
Trunks hid his amusement. She was furious, he could sense it. Wow! This was going to be a very interesting night.
30 minutes later, the hotel worker wiped the sweat off his forehead and picked up his tool box. "It's ready Mr. Briefs. Do you need something else?"
Trunks shook his head and gave the man a big tip, walking him to the door. "Thank you."
The moment the door was closed, he turned around, bumping into a body.
She looked at him in the eye, tapping her foot on the floor. "I'm going to kill you, Trunks."
He chuckled. "Hey! I just wanted the bathroom door fixed!"
She placed her hands on her hips. That innocent look wouldn't fool her. "Why did you have to mention I had a wild temper!"
He twisted his life to the side, arching his brows. "Because you do."
She stumped her feet on the floor and crossed her arms over her chest. "That's not true and I'm not sex driven!"
He could feel her blood boiling, inside her. He gave her a suspicious look. "No?"
Her right brow started to move involuntarily. "No! I'm not!"
He crossed his arms over his chest. "How do you know?"
She blinked, not knowing what to answer. "I know it and that's all."
He twisted his mouth to the side, smiling playfully. "I wouldn't be so sure, Pan… besides."
He couldn't help to laugh at the look of her face. "Who said I was talking about sex?"
She dropped her hands to her sides and balled her fists. "You meant it!"
He shook his head, and grabbed her shoulders, moving her to the side and walking past her. "No, that's what you thought…"
LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP
Goten sighed. He was avoiding her, but they had a bet and it had been three weeks since the last time he saw her… in fact, it was almost over… and he would call a draw.
He had been obsessed with her and he was frustrated.
He had invited out three girls, he had kissed them… Hell, he even got laid with one of them… and it wasn't the same feeling… He just couldn't go like before, their kisses didn't satisfy him anymore… Damn Saiyan blood… He had tasted the flavor of a Saiyan mouth, the passion of a Saiyan… how could he blame Trunks? He had no feelings for Bra, he just wanted to win, but he had made a mistake… he had kissed her and he had accepted her challenge.
He liked her… of course! Who wouldn't? But he didn't have feelings for her. It was pure attraction. He wasn't a player either, he just liked women… besides, he was single, why not?
Growing up with a clueless and kind father, who was a hero too… and who was never there, along with a mother like Chichi, a hero, half-nerd like his brother and a rich, spoiled and mischievous friend like Trunks had played an important role in his personality.
He stopped being clueless and naive, thanks to Trunks, even when people would never change their point of view about him. Either way, or they see him as naive and dumb, or they see him as a player. He became clever, thanks to his mother and Gohan, not only at school, but in the art of living his own life without letting people interfere, of course… he had to fake naivety…
It was like He and Trunks had switched personalities, but Trunks hadn't got a chance… He thought about Trunks for a minute and tilted his head to the side, pondering about Trunks' life.
Vegeta and Bulma with their extreme personalities obliged Trunks to be responsible. Trunks was caring because his father wasn't. He was responsible because Bulma threw all the responsibilities on him, every time she had a new project, more important than her duties at CC. At least that was Bulma's point of view…
They had, both, implanted part of them at Trunks personality, maybe in the perfect quantities to shape him in what he was now…
Trunks didn't like his job, but he was the economic head of the family, he was commited and dedicated, honorable and respectful like Vegeta. He had inherited the sharp tongue of both of his parents, but he had chosen to ignore it, except when he was teased or provoked. He was always in control, a strong mind and body, a stone will, always anticipating to events, threats, actions and thoughts… but he was also, as unpredictable as Bulma, drawn to emotions and instincts…
Sometimes he was a bit egotistical and vane, but that was just because he had grown up in the middle of a family that had everything, good looks, brains, power and fortune.
Goten laughed, picturing Trunks in his mind. "Always with a perfect hair, a perfect suit, impeccable manners… just like Bulma…"
He laughed again, that wasn't all… he had inherited the adventurous and childish ways of Bulma, but he couldn't deny Trunks was well educated and intelligent. He was the perfect son, the perfect brother, the perfect host, the perfect boss and the perfect friend. He had a heart as big as Bulma, but he had no life…
Goten sighed, thinking about his own life.
He didn't have the same luck. He wasn't rich and he had to work hard for every penny. He wasn't a genius but he was great at his job, and honestly, he didn't give a damn if he knew about something else… he was good at what he wanted to be good. In fact, he liked to read, but he wouldn't say it, to avoid comparisons between brothers, and that was what he didn't want to happen. He had had a hard time when everyone compared him to Gohan or Goku.
He was a technology man, almost as good as Trunks. He wasn't a hero like his father, but he helped everyone. He wasn't as organized as Trunks, but he took care of everything around him… his cleaning bots were his own hands.
His credit card and his cell was paid on time, his clothes were clean and ironed, and his room wasn't as messy as everyone guessed it was.
The money from the tournaments was in a bank account, with Chichi's name on it. He ate a lot, but he knew how to cook his own food and sometimes, he helped his mother. He didn't live afraid of the next threat to Earth, he just lived plenty each second of his life… He worked out, just in case… and he dated a lot of women, secretly hoping to find what everybody else had found… until he got tired of looking for the right one and decided to stop looking, but keep waiting.
He wouldn't give up on life as Trunks did. Trunks wanted attention, he simply didn't care…
Sometimes both wanted to have what the other had, but deep inside them, they were much alike, more than they wanted to admit.
Both had complex personalities. They cared for each other. They were free when they were together; they laughed, played, trained, joked and even cried together. Their ethic values were deep and high, honor, friendship, justice, loyalty, family, freedom and love. They could have fun or talk about serious things or problems. They loved to analyze things and people, and both feared introducing a woman to their families… knowing the immediate reaction of their mothers. Their mothers were friends and their fathers were rivals, but they didn't care… What the Son's and the Briefs' did, had nothing to do with their friendship… They were both of a kind that didn't belong to any species… hybrids, freaks, sons of half-apes tailed aliens, powerful… and lonely.
Goten winced. They had another thing in common… both had messed up with family… but he wasn't as stupid as Trunks, he would stop this before he ended seducing her… it wasn't like him to do that… he wouldn't seduce her just for her looks, simply because he didn't have feelings for her and she was part of the family… well, almost. It wasn't like he was prude, of course not, he liked women and he dated as many as them as he could, but he didn't lie to them… they knew what he wanted, even when they didn't know what he really wanted, what he really was looking for. Bra was gorgeous, but lust and attraction weren't in his value's list.
He stood up, ready to fly away. He shook his head, it was time to stop thinking about all this… Just one more week and the bet would be over…
He turned his head around quickly. "What the…"
He knew it… Gohan would find out about the pictures, sooner or later, and he was going to be pissed… no, not pissed… mad…
Predictable
CC. Sunday night.
Vegeta smirked. The older brat was furious and he was so predictable... He knew he would come to him, at least, he was the only one who could take Gohan's anger, and he was always in for a good spar.
He leaned against the Gravity room wall, if Trunks would be here, Gohan would kill him. Now Trunks would start training, that, if he wanted to live enough to have heirs…
Gohan opened the door. He chuckled bitterly, it was unlocked… Somehow he knew Vegeta would be waiting for him. Vegeta was so predictable…
He stepped inside the GR and crossed his arms. "You knew I would come."
Vegeta nodded, uncrossing his arms.
Gohan dropped his arms and buried his eyes in the Prince. "You know why I'm here, don't you?"
Vegeta nodded again and took a fight stance. "Don't waste my time brat and lock the door."
Gohan stared at him and turned around, locking the door. Then he opened his legs, leaning his body forward. His fists at each side of his body. "Are you ready?"
An energy blast headed to his chest, was the answer. He easily dodged the attack and jumped off the floor, transforming in Super Saiyan.
Vegeta smirked and transformed too. He had missed training with a good opponent.
Sixth sense.
Goten touched down on the Briefs back yard. He had sensed Gohan and he knew his brother needed to bend up all the frustration. He knew this would happen and he couldn't blame him, those pictures were really bold.
He shook his head chuckling. "Son of a bitch… Why don't you ask her?"
He shook his head again. He had bought the lie, they all had. Of course Pan didn't like Zen… it had been just a facade to punish Gohan and Trunks, but they didn't deserve to know it and he wasn't going to tell them the truth. "It's funny how clear you can see when you are not blinded by jealousy…"
A voice startled him. "Now you lost it, Goten… speaking alone?"
He didn't even turn. He knew to whom belongs that voice. He shrugged. "I guess I'm still shocked by the news."
Bra stepped closer and leaned against the same tree. "You had to be blind not to notice, Goten. She always liked him."
Goten shook his head. "I knew that, I'm shocked about Trunks."
Bra glanced at him over her shoulder. "It was just a matter of time."
Goten laughed, not believing in her words. "Oh, come on, next you will be telling me you knew Trunks liked her."
Bra lifted her chin with arrogance. "Of course I knew it."
Goten narrowed his eyes, turning to look at her. "That's not true."
Bra smirked, resting her head on the tree trunk. "Yeah, I knew it. I have a sixth sense, you know."
He chuckled. "Yeah, right. Now that you are a fortune teller, why don't you tell me my future?"
She narrowed her eyes. He wanted to play, fine with her. She smiled and grabbed his hand, running her fingernails on his palm, while she buried her eyes on his.
He almost pulled away his hand. She had tickled his hand, provoking forbidden senses inside him. He knew she was teasing him and he wasn't going to lose. Oh, no. If she thought she could win with that little and old trick, she had another thing coming. He pushed himself off the tree. "Go ahead."
She smirked, she had detected the small movement of his fingers. She looked down at his hand and ran her tongue over her front teeth. "You are going to receive something…"
He arched an eyebrow and waited for her to continue.
She leaned closer, pretending to be reading the palm of his had. "Something you won't like…"
He chuckled, throwing back his head. "Really? And what's that?"
She smiled wickedly and kicked his ankle, making him lose his balance. That was what he deserved for what he did to her, last time he was at CC. "A kick, asshole."
She tried to make him fall on his butt, and pushed him hard, but he reacted fast and placed the other hand on the tree, keeping her hand on his. "Oh, no. You would need more than this to make me fall."
She was going to shout, but he covered her mouth with a hand and trapped her between the tree and his body. "Now, let me read yours, Bra. I can guess your future, too."
She opened her eyes wide, letting him slid his fingers down her hand.
He rubbed softly the tip of her fingers and slid up his hand, in a caress motion, until he was caressing the palm of her hand. His eyes never left hers. "You will receive something…"
She blinked, nervous of his next words.
He smiled, his breath invading her nostrils. "Something you want…"
He trailed off while his eyes started running down her face to rest on her lips. Then he returned to her eyes. "And you will like it."
She gulped, her eyes running from his eyes to his mouth.
He dropped her hand, grabbing softly her neck.
Her eyes fluttered close, his fingertips were as soft as a feather, caressing the skin of her neck and moving to the back, slowly, like a low motion movie, a romantic one.
She could feel his gingers sliding on her skin, provoking multiple shivers to run down her spine.
He slid his fingers down her arm again, touching her hand. Then, he closed the gap between them, almost brushing their lips together.
She closed her eyes, holding her breath. It was useless to deny she wanted him to kiss her.
He smirked when he saw her close her eyes. He pulled away, raising her hand to his lips and placing a soft kiss on it.
She opened her eyes, blushing. She pulled away her hand, turning her head to the side. "You are an idiot, Goten."
He faked an innocent look. "Why? You liked it, don't you?"
She narrowed her eyes, pushing him away. "NO! I didn't."
He smiled, leaning against the tree again. "You shouldn't be here alone with a man, at night, Bra."
She shook her hand like she wanted to erase the feeling of his lips on her hand. "As if…"
He raised an eyebrow, placing his hands into his pockets. "Oh no, of course you don't have to worry about me, you are safe, I don't like teens."
She stepped in front of him. "WHAT? I'm not a teen!"
He knew she would react to that line. "Fine. A young woman, then. A very young one… Don't misunderstand me, Bra. You are beautiful, just not my type."
She shook her head in disbelief, looking at him, shrugging his shoulders. "What?"
He shrugged again, turning his head as if his words had no importance. "I don't like spoiled teens, even if they have beautiful blue eyes, like you."
He turned his head, looking deeply into her eyes.
She froze. Had he just complimented her and offended her at the same time? She didn't know what to say and she reacted by instinct, slapping him.
He opened his mouth in surprise. Had she just slapped him?
She turned around and walked away, leaving him there, leaning against the tree with a confused face.
He stood there, shocked. Too late to react, but this wasn't going to end like this.
He waited there, until Gohan left. He seemed battered but comforted. All the tension was gone. Goten took off and reached him. Both flew back to Mt. Paoz in silence. Words weren't necessary.
Monday Morning.
Trunks woke up late. Last night had been a hell of a night. Pan's temper exploded without a warning and he had had to shield the room from her attacks… with his body, of course, and he had ended sleeping in the couch.
He stretched out his arms and legs, crackling his neck to both sides. She was gone… of course, Damn. This woman was as fiery as Chichi… and the worse part, was that he liked it… not that he didn't like when she was gentle and loving, he liked that part too.
Don't answer. Don't listen.
Bra climbed off the car, singing contently. She had had a great weekend. She had finally get rid of Hiro and she was happy about it. The car hovered off the floor and she pushed the automatic pilot, typing the coordinates. She was going to relax in her way to College.
Her senses kicked in. A shadow was flying at the same speed, just by her window. She turned to the window just to see Goten's smiley face. She pushed the automatic pilot off and stopped the car. "What are you doing?"
Goten grinned and opened the door. He climbed on the car and closed the door. "You left yesterday. I didn't have the chance to answer."
She raised her eyebrows suspiciously. "You didn't have to answer, it was a slap, not a question."
He raised his eyebrows as well and pushed the stand button. "In case you didn't know, a slap deserves an answer…"
Bra looked at him with a half-smile. "And that would be?"
He smirked, waiting for her curiosity to kick in.
She unfastened her belt and moved, leaning against her side to face him. "I'm listening."
He smiled and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her close. "You don't have to listen."
She struggled in his grip, trying to break free. "Of cours…"
He silenced her, crashing his lips on hers.
None of them closed their eyes. He was going to break her will… oh yes. But then, she made a sudden move and opened her mouth, biting softly his lip while lifting an eyebrow.
He blinked. He hadn't expected her to do that. He narrowed his eyes slightly… it was a challenge… she wanted to trick him… He smiled flirtatiously against her lips and ran his tongue over her lips.
She pulled out her tongue caressing his.
The contest began and both were willing to win. Both pulled away slightly, never closing their eyes while their tongues played together to surrender the other.
Finally, they started kissing each other. Both wanted to close their eyes, but any of them did it, until both deepened the kiss… and there was no winner… just a man and a woman kissing passionately.
His hands reached her waist and her arms found their way to his neck.
He couldn't stop and she didn't want him to.
She pulled away slightly and tilted her head to the side, while he kissed her neck. She ran her fingers down his back and he bit softly, the skin between her earlobe and her shoulder.
She moaned softly, arching her back and clawed her finger nails on his back.
He grunted, biting harder, while one of his hands roamed all the way from her waist up to her underarm, and then, he opened his eyes, conscious of his actions.
He breathed on her neck and pulled away, faking everything had been planned. "That's my answer. Have a nice day, Bra."
He climbed out of the car and winked an eye. "By the way… you are right about something… You are not a teen."
The look on her face was priceless. She was really shocked.
She looked at him until he disappeared in the sky. Her hands were trembling. She didn't go to College that day. She needed to think, she was falling for him and that shouldn't be happening.
The
She stormed in the lab and leaned against the door "I need to talk to you."
Bulma looked at her daughter and took off her glasses. Bra had been crying, her eyes were puffy and red, and she looked desperate. "What is it?"
Bra stood there and dropped her head. "I don't know what to do."
Bulma smiled softly and stood up. "Let's go to your bedroom."
Bra nodded and followed her.
End of Chapter 10. Consequences
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