I Never Dreamed

By: AMCM74

Chapter 21

Mark pulled the pillow over his head. It was three am and still the music in Bra's room had not lowered one bit. He had gotten back around one. At first, he thought she would just keep it up a while to get back at him for going out with Marron. Rolling over on to his stomach he buried his face into the bed. A low growl of annoyance radiating though his body. That settled it! He threw the blankets back. Not even bothering to grab his robe as he marched over to her door. He dropped his fist as hard as he could on the wooden frame. "Open up Bra! Damn it! Open up or turn your music down!"

Bra whipped the door open as if she had been waiting there for him. Her hair was up in a ponytail on top of her head. She wore a pair of shorts and a midriff t-shirt. In one hand she held two ten pound weights. "What do you want?"

Mark open and closed his mouth unable to speak for a few moments. Just looking at her was messing with his ability to process thought. Damn, how could he forget about his reactions to her. Bra swept one of the weights into her other hand and turned to set them down.

"I wanted you to turn down your music."

"What if I don't want to?" Bra looked over to where the speakers were thumping away to the beat of her music.

Mark looked over as well and noticed that they were pointed to face his wall. He turned his eyes back on her. There was no way she could deny what she was doing. "I have work tomorrow! Did you ever think of that?"

"I don't care! Did you ever think of that?" Bra shot back. The blue eyes narrowing to mere slits. "Now get out of my room."

"Not until you turn that down." Mark pushed past he wand walked over and pulled the cord out of the wall. Silence filled the room.

"I am just going to plug it in after you leave." Bar smirked crossing her arms.

Mark smiled evilly and popped the plug off the cord in one arrogant tug. Walking over he handed to Bra. "Sure, as soon as you fix it."

Bra started to growl. "You broke my stereo!"

"Sue me!" Mark yelled back in equal volume. "I can afford it."

Bra powered up and let go with a scream of pure rage. The ki blast zipped through the air. Mark reached out and grabbed it. The burning was only momentary before the blinding light burst into every corner of the room. Colors exploded, causing Bra to cover her eyes. Opening them she saw Mark standing shaking his hand. "That one stung."

"What did you just do?" Bra raced over and examined his hand for a second. The she looked over his shoulder to the untouched door behind him. "Where did it go?"

"I don't know. It's just gone." Mark scoffed as she let her fingers run lightly over his palm. She looked up at him and those big blue eyes dragging the breath from his lungs "I need to go now."

"Why Marron waiting for you?" Bra's entire aurora changed. The anger was back in spades.

"No, damn it. She went home hours ago, and if it makes you feel any better I never even kissed her. In fact, I told her about Pan. Are you satisfied?" Mark dropped his shoulders in defeat. "Can I go to bed, now."

"Yes." Bra watched him walk from the room. It was then it hit her. He had come into her room in nothing but a par of silk boxers. Tilting her head to the side she smiled. He sure had one heck of a body.

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Two hours later:

Mark was shoved out of bed. He landed with a thud on the floor. "Rise, Brat, it is time for your training to start." Vegeta stood over him already dressed in his Saiyan armor.

"What time is it?" Mark lifted the blanket over his head. His head rose only enough to stare at the alarm clock "It's still early, very very early. Are you crazy?" Mark tried to crawl back up into the bed. "I am going back to sleep." Mark let out a long loud yawn, which turned to a yip, as Vegeta grabbed his foot.

"I say when you can sleep." Vegeta set him on his feet and pushed him toward the door. "We train now."

"HEEEELLLLLPPPP!" Mark had not forgotten his near death experience the last time he was in the Gravity room with Bra's father.

"Let go of the door you and stop whining. Get in here!" Vegeta yanked on Mark. It was starting to seem as if he would have to go Super to get him in the gravity room.

"I WANT TO LIVE!" Mark cried as his fingers gave way and he was sucked into the room.

Inside Bra stopped kicking the punching bag and looked up. "Dad? What are you doing?"

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Pan was holding on to his arm tightly. Trunks tried to reach over and shut the alarm off, but there was no way to do that without waking her. "Pan sweetie, move over. I have to get up."

"I need to get up too." Pan murmured as she nestled up against him sleepily.

"No, you need your rest. I am going to go to the office." Trunks pulled out from under her. She lay limply in his arms as she set her back down among the pillows. "You sleep so sound Pan, sweetie." He stroked her hair lovingly. "I really have to go. Capsule waits for no man, not even me."

Pan sat up groggily. "I need a wedding date."

"I know, and I promise, we will get you one, tonight. Right after work." He lifted the blanket over her and headed for the shower.

When he arrived at work he nodded to Debbie and lifted up his mail. "What is on the list for today?"

Debbie stopped typing and looked up at him pulling down her glasses. "First you can deal with the blonde in your office. I tried to reason with her, but she wouldn't listen to me and went in anyway. After the fit the last woman that came here gave me, I am not going to try and bar the way anymore."

"Blonde?" Trunks walked over and opened his office door to see his big leather chair shifting from side to side as the occupant admired the view. "Excuse me, but."

"Hi Trunks," Marron swung around and came to her feet. "We need to talk." Looking pointedly at the secretary with a stern glance she added "Alone."

Trunks stepped in "Hold my calls Debbie. This could take awhile." With that he shut the door and left Debbie grumbling about something about playboy Casanova Presidents.

"You really owe me one." Bra said as soon as Vegeta walked out of the room. Mark lay on the floor covered in sweat and panting for air. "He would have given you a real work out if he didn't have to spar with both of us." She grabbed a towel and dabbed her forehead.

"I wanna die." Mark whimpered pathetically as he tried to stand. Bra walked over and grabbed his arm helping him to his feet. "Why did he have to keep throwing those burning light bombs at me any way?"

"It is the only way you will get better. You know you really should learn to throw your ki as well as negating everyone else's." Bra said thoughtfully.

"Easy for you to say, you have Saiyan blood." Mark took the fresh towel she held out.

Bra froze. "How do you know about that?"

"Pan told me. But still I have to get ready for work. Your brother will be getting a fresh start and I need to get moving."

Bra nodded, "I need to talk to Trunks myself. Care if I catch a ride with you?"

Mark slid the towel off his face and smiled at her. "Sure, after last night I thought you would rather kill me."

"That was last night. Today I have a new out look on life." Bra rose up and kissed him gently on the lips. "I am going to make an effort to try to be nicer to you."

"Now I am nervous."

"I know there is something bothering you, Trunks" Marron watched Trunks sink into his chair. "We have known each other a long time. I can see it on your face."

Trunks nodded. "You are right, but you would not be here if you didn't want something so spill, Marron."

"All right, I will go first. I want to know everything I can about Mark Devero. I figured you would be the one to know." Marron sat on his desk and placed her hands in her lap as she leaned toward him. "So you may begin with his birthday and end with what time he got up this morning."

Trunks let out a great laugh. "You are determined."

Marron smiled wickedly and sprang to her feet and paced in front of his desk. "Very. I know about his feelings for Pan. That would be completion enough without you in their way. Now, I also have Bra to contend with, and she has a jump on me."

"What ever happened to your life long crush on Goten." Trunks propped his feet on the desk.

"Moronic simpleton. You know where he is? He went to the United States to take pictures of half naked women." Marron growled. The small hands clinching to fists. It gave away her real emotion. "Who cares about a two bit slut magazine anyway."

"Sports Illustrated." Trunks laughed "Is this some valiant attempt on your part to make him jealous?"

Marron scowled and tossed her hair. "Absolutely not." Although, Trunks knew her long enough to decipher the lie. "I am done with him. He had years to notice me and does he ever? No. He chases after every girl from here to the United States. This is it. I swear it... again. I am going to give up on that bum and go after some one with real potential."

"Like Devero?" Trunks closed his eyes and slowly shook his head.

"Unless you become available, then yes! I think Devero will suit me." Marron snapped. Then she turned on him. "Okay, Your turn. Tell me what has you worrying is much I can see the those lines on your face."

"Lines." Trunks looked a little worried. He sat up and started going through his desk drawers. "Where?"

Marron walked over and ran her finger over his face. "There is one here and here. Then there is this one. The one you only get when you are really disturbed." She dragged her finger over his forehead "This one right here. You can tell me what it is now."

Trunks nodded "Fine Marron, but you can't tell a soul."

Bra and Mark where laughing as they approached Trunks office. Bra looked up. "Look, Debbie isn't here. I wonder why?" She looked down at the secretaries desk. "Mark, wait a second."

"Why" Mark had his hand on the door.

Bra tapped her finger on a note. "Marron is in there." Mark took his hand off of the door. Bra looked up evilly. "I say we listen in." She hit the intercom button.

"BRA! Don't, that is so ... " Mark reached for her arm. But not before Trunks voice filtered over the machine. Mark mouthed his last word afraid of being heard. "wrong."

Bra placed her finger on his lips and looked at the machine. As Trunks said "Okay, Marron but you can't tell a soul.

Marron sat down in a chair across from Trunks. She crossed her legs and waited, "I swear no one will hear it from me."

"It has to do with Pan." Trunks looked at the floor. How would he ever tell Pan if he couldn't even look Marron in the face? "I got her pregnant on purpose."

Marron gasped, "Why? Trunks how could you do that?"

"She was going to leave me for a job that would only make her life a living hell. I loved her so much and she refused be reasonable. What could I do just sit there and let her go to Devero?" Trunks gave a look that made Marron's heart wretch for him.

Bra stood in shock watching Devero's face. She had never seen such anger on another human's face. "Mark, No!" Bra clicked off the intercom. "You can't! He'll kill you."

Mark jumped the desk "I don't care. It will be worth it just to get my hands around that bastard's neck." He pushed the door opened, and it banged against the wall. "Briefs you are a low despicable bastard."

Marron sprung to her feet. Trunks rose behind her. "Taken to eavesdropping Devero? That seems a bit underhanded, even for you."

"How could you do this to her? Pan deserves better." Devero started forward, but Bra grabbed his arms and pulled him back.

"No, Mark you are too angry! You need to think first." Bra pleaded with him, but Devero didn't seem to hear her.

Marron placed her hand on Trunks chest as he felt him move forward and his ki rise "Trunks, this is not a good idea." Marron said in a low voice. "He's got the moral high ground. You do not want to mess with him."

"Remember what your over develop sense of ego cost you last time." Bra eyed both men.

Trunks froze as he watched Debbie turn the corner, Pan at her side. The two were talking happily as the headed toward the office. Marron's eyes widened. Bar and Mark turned to see the duo moving toward them.

Pan looked up and smiled at the group "Hey! The gang is all here!" She spun in a circle "Look, I bought my self a new dress. Can you believe it? I am finally growing out of my clothes." She glanced at Marron and then to Bra "Don't tell me you two are still fighting?"

Marron shook her head and rushed to Bra's side "With my best friend, never. I mean if we fought over a day it could, it could..."

Bra hugged Marron back and said "It could ruin our lives." Then she landed beseeching eyes on Mark, "Isn't that right, Mark. No one likes to have their life ruined."

Mark looked to Pan. He opened his mouth then shut it. He felt like his teeth were breaking as he gnashed down. In the new dress she was starting to show. On her hand there was a sparkling new diamond. She was glowing in her happiness. His precious Pan was finally happy. The kind of happy he had never seen on her before. He walked over and said so quietly that only Trunks could hear. "You win, Briefs. She will not be hearing it from me."

"Anyone else up for lunch?" Pan asked. Marron walked over and put her arm around Pan.

"I am, Mark, where do you want to go?" She looked pointedly at Devero.

"With Pan, and we need an all you can eat buffet." Mark walked over to them.

"Bra, Trunks honey?" Pan looked confused. "Aren't you coming."

Bar nodded and moved to the group a bit to fast. "Sure, but can I drive over with Trunks. There are some sisterly things I need to talk to him about."

"That sounds like a good idea." Trunks walked past Devero to kiss Pan soundly on the lips. "Go ahead with Marron and Mark. We will catch up shortly."

After the others had disappeared in the elevator for a few moments, Bra whirled on her brother. "Sweet ever loving Dende, what were you thinking?"

"I was thinking Pan would never find out." Standing was taking ever bit of his will power. Trunks walked over and dropped into his chair. He was actually shaking.

"But she will find out." Bra countered in earnest. "How will you keep this from her when you bond?"

Trunks flinched. He had the over whelming urge to throw up.