Trunks sat in his car, cursing himself for calling Bura and asking for directions to Pan's home. Bura didn't tell him that she lived practically ten miles away from her family. He had expected to surprise them for dinner and to tease her, watch her blush, but instead, he came to find out she lived alone. So now, he was sitting in his car, watching her as she busied herself in her garden. She had not even noticed he was there. He watched as she wiped her arm across her forehead and dirt swiped its way across her forehead. His eyes widened at the sight of her as she rose to stretch. In the low sun's rays of the late afternoon, and even though she had dirt across her face, he found her to be beautiful. She was working in her small garden near her house and he watched as she rose and looked up at the skies, noting the sun was beginning to lower into its afternoon rays. She walked over to a water hose and his groin tightened as she sprayed herself down, cooling herself and wiping both her arms and face clean. And then she lifted her basket up and headed into her home.
And he took his chance then to get out of his car and go up to her door and knock. He heard rustling and when she opened the door surprise hit him hard. She stood there in nothing but her sports bra and her boy short spanks and his eyes went wide. "Holy shit, put some damn clothes on!" he cursed and she merely blinked blankly at him. She frowned and asked, "Are…are you really at my front door?"
"Do I look real?" he growled. And she quickly nodded then turned away to head further into her home. "Shut the door won't you?" she called out of her bedroom. And then she reappeared with a robe covering herself as he walked further inside. She smiled for him and peered around her house for a moment before she looked back at him. He eyed her, "Am I interrupting you?" She shook her head. "No, I eh, was making sure my home was tidy enough to have a guest." She then pressed her hands together and murmured, "You caught me off guard is all."
"You're okay?" he asked. And again her confusion was plainly written across her face. "Uh, yes..?" She walked over to her kitchen and pulled out two glasses. "Do you want some water?" she asked and he shook his head, straightening himself in his suit. "No thank you, I merely came to talk to you," he reasoned, he saw her nod with her girlish smile as she turned and got herself some ice water then hopped up onto her counter to face him. "Well, talk," she ordered. She couldn't imagine why he would be here for anything other than the sex that had dissolved between them, so she readied herself. He eased over to a barstool and unbuttoned his suit jacket as he sat. His feet remained on the floor, as they were long enough to brace him into the chair. And he felt his heart beating when she crossed her legs and he caught a glimpse of her panties once more. He remained quiet so she began the conversation.
"Did you come to talk about you and I?" she asked. He shook his head. "There is no you and I." She frowned, "Then why are you here?" He realized she made a very valid point. "Well, I came to check on you. To make sure you were okay after, well, after what happened." She smiled, that stupid girly smile. "You didn't hurt me, I'm perfectly fine." He took a step away and rubbed his face. "Really?" That smile broadened. "Trunks, yes." He knew a normal human woman would have been beaten and sore after their short escapade, but nothing was wrong with Pan? And he watched as she shifted her legs once more and he saw the faint bruises along her thighs. Little dots decorated her flesh and as she eased herself off of the counter and then set the cup onto the counter beside her.
She walked closer to him and leaned against the counter across from him and said, "Are you okay?" He rose from his seat without another word and walked around the counter to her. And he stood before her, quiet as his hands reached out for her. She arched a brow at him, but allowed him to do as he pleased. He reached out and opened her robe and she stood before him revealing her undergarments to him once more. "You're fine?" he pressed and she nodded. But he saw her gulp as his hand traced her ribs and his fingers pressed into the small ones that decorated her skin. "How will you explain these?" he asked. She smacked his hand away. "I don't have anyone I need to explain them to," she admitted. "And unlike yours, my family allows me privacy." And with that said, she stepped out from his touch. She looked at the time and she asked, "Are you staying here for the night?"
"No," he growled. She nodded and said, "Well, I guess you're staying for dinner then?" He sighed and said, "Fine." She looked at him and said, "Either you want to have dinner or you don't." He looked at her and could see the hope that he would stay, in her eyes. She wasn't seducing him, instead he suddenly saw her as the young woman she was. Living alone in the country side and he realized she really was no different from him. Working too much to enjoy a relationship with anyone, and too busy to allow anyone into their home. He said, "Yeah I'll stay for dinner."
"We can sit out on the patio and, eh-" she paused as her imagination attacked her. "Eh?" he asked and she shook her head, a blush staining her cheeks. "I just, well, I was thinking is all. No worries. I'm going to get dinner started." She quickly turned away and felt her cheeks were flushed. She had just imagined having sex with him outdoors. Though she knew he would oppose it, it was still a nice visual for herself.