TRUNKS felt his heavy eyes open and he struggled to sit up. His whole body felt spent. He was sore in places he had not been sore before and he looked around before his nose caught the smell of breakfast. He slipped into his clothes and he rose and found Pan cooking in her kitchen with a tank top and sweatpants on. He was used to seeing his bed partners wearing his dress shirts from the night before, but here, he was in Pan's home. Of course she would dress comfortably, but the way her hair was up on top of her head in a messy bun made her seem more attractive than the other women he knew would freshen up before he would lay eyes upon them the next morning.
She was shaking her hips lightly to music that was coming out of radio in her kitchen window. And bouncing her head to the beat of the music. She swayed around and his mouth watered at the sight of pancakes and bacon and as she swayed her hips he saw her bra free breasts sway in time. They jiggled and swayed until he could see her marvelous side boob hanging out of the tank top.
She looked up and jumped at the sight of him. "Good morning!" she exclaimed and he laughed at her. "G'mornin'," he chuckled and she turned away to set the pan on the stove top and then faced him once more. She waved a hand, "You asked for breakfast, it's all I have though!" He shook his head with amusement and took a seat at the table near the day window as she lifted the plates and set them before him. She had a cup of coffee in her other hand and set it before him too, "There's sugar on the table."
He nodded and they ate with the music blaring, and the sun still rising. And when they finished she saw him lift himself up to leave. Pan felt herself become a bit awkward as she asked, "Will this happen again?" He shook his head. "I don't believe so," he reasoned and she nodded with a smile. "Okay." And with that she walked him to her front door and watched him get into his car and drive away.
They both couldn't help but feel as if they were turning away from the best thing they would ever have.
Pan shut her door and bowed her head before she looked up at the clock above her stove and her eyes went wide. "It's already nine!"
PAN flew into the lab and looked around, and sighed happily. She had made it to work just in time. She looked around and nodded, she even beat Bulma here. Until the woman's voice said, "Who was it this time?!" Pan whipped around thinking she was yelling at her until she sighed with relief seeing the woman on her phone, yelling at who knew. She pressed her hand into her chest as Bulma snapped her phone shut and looked at her. "Pan?" She looked at the woman with a smile. Bulma's head tilted and she said, "You look, different," she observed and Pan shook her head. "Nothing's different with me," she reasoned.
Except. She had slept with her thirty-eight year old famously still bachelor son. Bulma walked to her and tapped her hand to her chin. "Nope, something's different. Maybe it's your hair, it seems like it's getting so long." Pan shrugged, "I really haven't made time to get a cut," she agreed. Bulma shrugged. "Well, ready for today? We're updating the new suits!" Pan's eyes sparkled, she always loved working with Bulma, "The new saiyan armor? Exciting!"
"Yes, I just got some new material that maybe Goku can't even destroy!" Bulma said excitedly in return. They bounced like two girls in school and Pan said, "When will they be here?" Bulma looked at her watch and said, "Any minute. I over-nighted the package, meaning I made Vegeta go and get it!" And on cue they heard, "Woman!" Bulma's eyes narrowed at her unfashionable title and she eyed her husband who walked into the lab. "You need to go sign for these," he growled, "there's a man on the phone in your office yelling at me for taking them!"
"Vegeta! I told you to be nice!" she countered and Pan giggled at their bickering. Bulma disappeared in her office and Vegeta smacked the materials onto a table before he went after her, that was, until he stopped dead. Pan watched him as he did so and he turned on a dime and headed straight for her. "Vegeta?" she asked and he peered over his shoulder, listening to Bulma before he said to Pan as he faced her.
"Why do you smell like my son?"
"Wha..what?" Vegeta growled, the stupid girl was going to have him repeat himself. "Why do you smell like my son?" Pan's face went bright red and he eyed her. "That's what I thought," he groused and he turned away before her hand caught his shoulder and she hissed, "You can tell?!" He frowned at her. "I am a Saiyan man, of course. I know what my son smells like." Pan eyed him. "You're so creepy," she said.
"Why is he creepy?" Bulma's voice interrupted and before Vegeta could respond Pan snapped her hands around his mouth and said, "No reason! He's leaving." Vegeta felt her press him towards the door and he eyed the young woman before he finally left. Pan heaved in a heavy breath before she looked at Bulma's excited face. "Ready to play?"