PAN'S eyes eased open and they blinked as she heard something ringing. She looked around, her eyes straining in the early morning's light and then she rolled over and stiffened for a second. Trunks was groaning awake and she stretched before he numbly caught his phone off the night stand and grumbled as he squinted at the brightness of the screen.

He cleared his throat and she watched as he shot up to sit up straight. "Hello?" She watched him get up and out of the bed and she saw him walk over to the window. She enjoyed the view of him. He was sculpted with lean muscle and he braced himself against the window as he peered out over the city. He said, "Yes dear, no I've just been busy with work." She could just barely hear a voice come through the phone. *WHY didn't you take me as your date? Why were you fooling around with Serena?* Pan knew then, that whoever was on the phone was one of his ladies. She stretched and she rolled her tongue across her teeth. She was not amused as she listened to him. "She's just a coworker's kid. Really, a child," he reasoned. "I can take you to lunch?" he offered.

She moved out of the bed and walked to the bathroom, to brush her teeth and for the first time in days she looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes narrowed as she inspected herself as she bushed her teeth. She scratched her stomach and saw the bruises that Trunks had teased her about merely a week before. It had already been a week.

She was surprised he hadn't gotten tired of her. She knew he didn't keep women long. She spit into the sink, rinsed her face and began her trek to find her clothes. She arched her brow at her tossed aside panties and caught them up as Trunks was still talking on the phone as she picked up her tank top.

"I have a three day business trip beginning tomorrow," he said and the voice snapped, *WHY do I even bother with you?!* Pan slipped her pants on and looked at him, to watch him answer. That smug smile teased his lips and she titled her hip to lean against the nearby wall while she watched him. He continued to view the city and easily said, "Because I can bend you as I like. I'll pick you up at six."

*UGH! Whatever!* And click. She was gone. Trunks sighed and Pan saw him sigh and knock his head back as he brought the phone up to rest against his forehead. He turned to her and she slipped her tank top up and over her head.

"I've got to go," she announced and nude, he walked to her. "But it's our day off," he reasoned as he brushed her hair away from her face. She smiled sweetly for him, and brushed his hand off of her. "Yes, it is your day off. I have to go help grandpa and grandma with their harvest." His eyes widened for a moment before he laughed at her. "You're still such a kid," he pestered and she pursed her lips and opposed his comment, "Like Serena?" He stiffened. That was a shot below the belt.

She eyed him and said, "I'll be leaving now. Have a good trip." He kept his game face, "You really think that was the truth?" She walked out of the room and headed to the balcony. She looked at him and her smile taunted him, "I already spoke with your mother, you're going North for your new branch right?" His smug smiled flickered and she winked at him before she turned away. "I can play your game Trunks because I know you," she said of her shoulder and with that she jumped off the balcony and took to the skies. He watched her go and when she finally was gone he stretched and peered around the apartment. Pan had brought him clothes to keep here. How she knew his sizes, amazed him and he walked over to the small dresser in the bedroom and looked through the various clothes. He lifted a light blue v neck shirt and his hands passed by a pair of dark denim jeans.

When was the last time he wore jeans? Or casual clothes for that matter? He couldn't remember when, he had been working so much. So he pulled the clothes out and moved to the bathroom to shower off the events from the night before. He slipped into the standing shower and relished the feel of the hot water pouring over his nearly sore muscles. Sex with Pan was quiet the fulfilling workout, and he enjoyed every minute of it.

He hadn't expressed to her that he had been pulling away from the women he had been seeing, and that she had been the only woman he had been sleeping with recently. Where he had one needed a few women a week to keep up with his sex drive, he found a single night with Pan was enough to keep him satiated for the week, but it was addictive. She kept him at the edge of his seat every time they met.

He brushed his hair back from his face, turning the water off and his smile was crooked on his face as he looked at himself in the reflection of the mirror. He looked like a high school kid, all smug and happy that he'd gotten a piece of ass. He stretched, dried himself off, and then dressed and went out on his day.

TRUNKS smiled at the young woman, Kuchi, was her name. A brunette with bright green eyes that would flash with jealousy. Even though she had agreed to no relationship with him, he knew she was still needy when it came to spending time with him. She walked over to the table and he rose to greet her, kissing her cheek before she sat down and hung her purse at the back of her chair.

She took a seat and eyed him. "Why are you wearing those clothes?" she groused and he merely shrugged and replied, "It's my day off." She merely scoffed and shook her head. "You once said you never had a day off," she reminded and he nodded as a waiter brought drinks and menus to their table. "Things change," he reasoned. She set the menu aside and crossed her hands across the table top. He noted then, she didn't come to enjoy food.

"I haven't seen you in almost two weeks," she began, "and you have not come to my apartment in almost four." He nodded. "Yes, as I said I've been busy." She shook her head. "You've never been too busy to have sex. So I want to know, who is she?" He merely smiled at her. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes, you do, you've been seen with her around town," she said. And he thought for a moment. A lie. He hadn't been anywhere public with Pan at anytime. He shook his head. "Not possible." She caught him. "So you admit there is another woman in your line up?" she asked and he felt himself stiffen. Giving himself away. He arched a brow before a hand suddenly touched his shoulder and their attention went to their intruder.

Gem.

She smiled at him and he felt a wave of relief wash over him as he quickly stood up and curled his arm around her shoulder. "H-Honey," he stammered, "what are you doing here?" His wide eyes bore into hers and Gem eyed him and decided to plan along. "Keeping tabs on you," she groused. Kuchi blushed and shot out of her seat. "You invited her here?!" she exclaimed, causing heads to turn and watch them. Trunks merely laughed nervously. "Maybe? You know I've been busy I may have invited the both of you?" She took up her purse and smacked it into his shoulder before she huffed out of the restaurant and Gem merely laughed as she took the young woman's seat while Trunks collapsed into his once more.

He rubbed his face with his hand and sighed. What had just happened? He looked at Gem and she had her hands crossed, and rested her chin onto the tops of her hands. "Want to tell me what's going on?" He shook his head and said, "I'm getting sloppy." She nodded, "I've noticed. Might want to tell me the same thing? Why you haven't come to see me?" He looked at her and sighed. Gem wasn't only an old flame, they really had met in college and she was rather wealthy on her own. Her father begged and pleaded for her to settle down, but much like himself she enjoyed her independency of not being tied down by any vows to one person.

He admitted, "I've been seeing her." Gem's brow furrowed as he continued, "The young woman from that dinner." Her eyes widened and she shooed away the waiter, he quickly left and she stared at Trunks with wide eyes. "You mean, well, are you dating? What does that mean?!" Always wanting to know juicy details without ever spilling them, Gem, always enjoyed his stories. "We slept together that night," he paused and pressed a hand firmly to the table, "she's fire."

"And you're playing with it," she said. He shook his head. "No, I'm going to drown it in. She's addictive. Gods above, she's hotter than any woman I've been with." Gem nodded and said, "Well, she's young. And I assume she's related to the family that has your same blood type?" He nodded. Gem knew about his Saiyan blood, after all, he'd known her for so long that she had seen him have to fight every so often.

She shrugged and her smile teased him. "Well, I have no complaints. I must say I've been pretty happy to not have to replace my bed frame every month." He chuckled and she merely took up the water before her and lifted it up in an informal toast. "I wish you the best."