Bad Drunk

Trunks looked expectedly at the woman across from him. When she made no effort to start first, he picked up his shot and cleared his throat. He took a moment to think of something. Then, without meeting eye contact, he said, "Sometimes I hide under my desk when I haven't prepared for a meeting."

She smiled. Once he drank the shot, she poured some more for him. Then she picked up hers. "I drink coffee at night." Then she drank her shot.

"That's ridiculous."

"Shouldn't I be the one saying that about your confession, Mr. Briefs?" She saw him crack a smile as he poured more liquor in her empty shot.

"I never read my fan mail."

"Heartless!"

He nudged her under the table but they were still smiling.

"Alright, I take hotel towels and their complimentary travel sized shampoos."

"Even though there's really no need to go Saiyan anymore, I still do every now and then, just so I could feel invincible."

"Sometimes I wish I had more time each day so I could beat robbers up like the good old days."

"I'm terrified of spiders."

"I used to put spiders in your room years ago."

"Pan…"

She burst out laughing, feeling her head getting heavy. "What, Mr. Briefs? You're part Saiyan! Kami, you could blow them up from afar if you wanted to!" crossed her arms on the table and rested her head on her forearms.

Trunks shook his head in disapproval and poured her another shot. Then, swirling the liquor around in his glass, he asked, "Why do you call me 'Mr. Briefs' still?"

Her smile disappeared as she watched him stare at his glass and she grabbed hers as she answered. "Because I'm afraid to get close to you again." She drank her shot and motioned him to pour her another one.

"Why are you so afraid?"

She set her glass down and didn't speak. After a while, she shook her head. "It's supposed to be your turn. I went twice just now." Then she looked up to meet his eyes. "What happened with you and Marron?"

If it hadn't been for the alcohol, he would've found a way to dodge the question. He gave her a sad smile and answered, "She cheated on me," before drinking his shot. He poured himself some more. "Said I worked too much; that I wasn't fun anymore."

Pan stared long and hard at her shot, as if mentally preparing herself for her next confession. "I've always seen you as perfect, even if you were busy with work all the time."

Trunks smiled but it disappeared shortly after. "Tell me about your past relationships now."

She sleepily buried her face in her arms on the table. "I've only had one."

"How serious were you?"

"Serious, but not too serious."

"Did you ever sleep with him?"

She paused before she answered. Then she lifted her head up from her arms and poured another shot in her glass. "You were my first." She drank the shot and refilled it, drinking the next shot right after. For some reason, her vision started blurring and she realized she was on the verge of tears. She grabbed the liquor bottle to pour herself another drink but was stopped when his hands gently landed on top of hers.

"Let's stop playing." Even his voice was gentle.

Pan quickly pulled her hand back and got up from her spot. Memories of her past relationship suddenly came to her.

She could never tell him that the other man had actually caught on to her undying love for Trunks. Although she never spoke of him, whenever he was mentioned on the news or when relatives spoke of him, she'd look away. When her actions were questioned, she'd refuse to tell him and he grew to suspect her feelings for him.

She could feel her head pounding and she felt light headed. Before she knew it, she was in Trunks' arms.

"Don't push yourself," he spoke quietly, helping her stand in place.

"I'm fine, Mr. Briefs." She was embarrassed at how he was still so composed even after drinking so much, while she could barely stand. She put one hand on the couch behind her to balance herself and with her free hand, she gripped his sleeve.

He rubbed her back, allowing her to rest her head against his shoulder. He felt like a jerk. Had he known that he was her first, maybe it would've been different. But then again, even without knowing that, he would've wanted to take back a lot of things that happened. She let go of him and he watched her, holding out his arms so that if she fell, he'd catch her.

She swatted his arms in annoyance and turned around to face him. "Quit watching out for me. I'm not a weakling." As she said this, she tripped over her own feet and before she knew it, she was falling forward. Her eyes squeezed shut. She felt his warm breath against her cheeks and she opened her eyes, realizing she was on top of him on the couch. It seemed like she was always falling on top of him.

"I never thought you were."

She blushed and rolled off of him, untangling their feet. "You always make me feel so..." She stopped herself before she said more.

He smiled. "So what?"

She looked away. "Nothing."

"Come on, Pan, tell me," he pleaded, sitting up from his spot to get comfortable.

She shook her head but stopped instantly when she felt herself get dizzy. "Ugh, gross. I'm not drunk enough to feel good." She heard him laugh, but instead of defending herself, she reached forward and grabbed the bottle of liquor, bringing it up to her lips.

"Wait," he said, partially laughing. "Don't drink anymore, Pan. I don't think you're a good drunk." He leaned towards her, trying to grab the bottle, but she moved away. "Pan, I'm laughing, but I'm totally serious!"

She almost choked as she giggled. When Trunks' fingers grazed the liquor bottle, she squealed and tried to move away, but she was already at the end of the couch. "Okay, okay, okay!" She was laughing now. "You can drink it now," she said, giving him the bottle.

He smiled at how cute she looked drunk and chuckled. "You're so childish sometimes." He grabbed the bottle away and just before he was able to set it on the table, she grabbed his arm, pulling him back on the couch.

"You're no fun!"

He was still smiling. "Okay, yeah, I'm no fun," he spoke sarcastically, trying to pry her hands off of him.

"Come on, Mr. Briefs!" Suddenly, she let go and looked intensely into his eyes. "I'll stop calling you 'Mr. Briefs' if you finish up that bottle!"

He shook his head. "As much as I'd like that, I shouldn't. I'm a horrible drunk," he admitted, smiling sheepishly. Trunks set the liquor down and put the lid on, earning a pout from the girl beside him. "Besides, I'm afraid of what would happen if we were both drunk…"

Pan sighed heavily and slumped down on the couch, crossing her arms across her chest. "Don't be so boring, Trunks. No wonder Marron dumped you."

That hurt. Although he knew she was drunk and probably said it just because she didn't get her way, he couldn't help but feel his heart ache. He tried to laugh it off. "Very funny, Pan. You're not such a cute drunk after all."

"I'll take back what I said about you being boring if you drink with me!" she sang, leaning her head against him.

He gently pushed her away, about to get up from the couch. Before he was able to though, she pulled him back and he caught his fall with a hand on the top of the couch, right by Pan's head. Trunks sighed. "I'm not going to drink, Pan." Their noses bumped as she leaned forward towards his lips with hers and he pulled away, a slight blush forming on his cheeks. He cleared his throat and stood up, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. "I-I'd better head out. It's getting pretty late and… I..."

He trailed off as his eyes traveled to her exposed shoulder. He wasn't sure if she pulled her shirt on accident or purposefully to make him stay but either way, he forgot he was in the middle of his sentence.

She was pouting now. "But I want you to stay."

Trunks tore his eyes off her and shook his head. "I can't, Pan. I'll see you at work tomorrow, okay?" He turned around and started to leave, taking in slow, deep breaths to calm himself.

"You really are all about work, aren't you?"

He was a few feet away from the door but he couldn't keep going when she spoke those words. "That's not fair." His voice was quiet.

"If you're really not a boring workaholic, you'd stay and drink with me."

He was tempted to prove her wrong. That part of him he inherited from his father was hard to subdue. Everything she said about him angered him deeply. He gave a small growl in frustration but forced his feet to walk towards the door. "I care about you too much to stay," he mumbled as he turned the handle and closed to door behind him.

AN: Hey guys! Thanks for all your kind words and support :) It always puts a smile on my face and encourages me to keep writing! Have a great weekend, everyone! This is one of my longest chapters so I think I deserve some bubbletea hehehe ;)